1. You’re not alone…

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    Tonight I spoke to Clare, a woman who stayed with me whilst I was trapped in the car, following the accident, until the paramedics arrived. As a mother, she said she wanted me to know I wasn’t alone at the scene, that her daughter Charlotte, a trainee doctor also helped,...
  2. Waiting for pain killer

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    “Bloody hell, this still hurts.” A vocal realisation I made at the top of the steps today. Nobody was there to witness my miserable wonder at the fact that it’s still a slow painful climb, one foot, one precarious stone step at a time. I haven’t long choked down a...
  3. Dedicated follower of fashion

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    Followers of fashion unite as today for the first time in five months, after the previous pair of Levi’s were no doubt cut off me in A&E, I’m finally in a new shiny pair of boot cut jeans (as they have to fit over an orthopaedic boot). Feels like I’m...
  4. Thigh bone connected to…

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    I sit in a consultants room waiting for the great man to appear and share the bare NHS approved walls with three boxes of surgical gloves and a skeleton who looms over, as if mocking me with its perfectly formed bone structure. The doc enters, an orthopaedic fellow of the...
  5. Oh look, a leaf!

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    The wonders of nature in front of me again as I sit in the garden, resting from another hobbled jaunt along the road, soaking up the sun and breathing in fresh air. My hands feel like ice and toes peaking out from the orthopaedic boot have a tinge of autumnal...
  6. Stairway to Heaven

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    Today I reached the dizzy heights of the top of the steps to the flat…and in my best Braveheart voice yelled, Freedom! It due curious looks from the physio-terrorpist, but she hasn’t been hospitalised and then house bound for four months. Then we took on the perils of the garden...
  7. Every breath you take

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    This week has seen me on my feet a bit more, doing cross-legged battle with mismatched crutches as I work through the physio terrorpist exercises from the ministry of funny walks. Today, under a cold dull sky I ventured out of the front door for the first time since being...
  8. One more for the road

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    4 months today since the accident. Doesn’t time fly whilst you’re imprisoned by physio-terrorpists…at least I don’t have to stab myself with Fragmin anymore – I’ll drink to that.
  9. The Shower Scene

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    Don’t worry, nothing too graphic will be described dear reader, but it was worth noting for history that Saturday was the first time in many a week that I was able to have a shower. Shocking though that may seem, limping, jumping, crawling, hopping, or blindly willing myself in wasn’t...

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