1. Sofa surfing

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    Well the voodoo doll didn’t work, as the physio-terrorpist turned up in fine fettle to prod me physically and mentally into a new python-esque silly walk with the crutches. Instead of a painful shuffle I now have to alternate crutches and steps…I resemble a drunken chicken attempting a charleston dance,...
  2. Car Crash Blues

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    Sitting in hospital contemplating geometric patterned curtains, blood thinning injections, human dementia and patient death, I wrote a song…it’s fairly upbeat considering… I’m yet to pen a tune, so just imagine something Bob Dylanesque, in the key of E. Car Crash Blues Workday carriage blues beat around the bend Morning...
  3. Xmasing

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    Today yet another consultant claimed the X-ray of my right elbow…amazing…when in context to the original X-ray of the injury, which she flicked on screen enthusiastically. “Hmmm, I whimpered, I’ll take your word for it.” There was also talk of screws that could potentially break in my ankle as bone...
  4. Don’t Get Mad, Get Even

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    Curious magic to even out the tortuous playing field was thrust through my letter box yesterday. A gift from my manager, Marcus who thought this could be a weapon against those who come to harm me…the physio-terrorpists! Taking a picture of them to affix to the head of the voodoo...
  5. Step 2

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    The chief physio-terrorpist arrived with crutches in her hands and sporting an enthusiastically demonic grin – they like springing things on you… So now, I have to practice walking with a gutter frame, though not too much or I’ll risk inflaming ankles, and the befuddling task of walking with crutches…...
  6. Leg less

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    Walking practice has ceased due to a swollen ankle, which makes putting on the physio ski boot a challenge worthy of day time tv. So today, physio lady got me to “move” my left foot. When I say move, I mean in the same way snails move doing tai chi…...
  7. Bionic Man

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    How to Build a Bionic Man…watching this on channel 4. My “implants” don’t seem very clever – amazing stuff, even if it does cost six million dollars… 😉 Physio terrorpists arrived today with a walking frame and I “walked” very tentatively across my front room. I give codeine painkillers half...
  8. Dr Quick Step

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    Another day, another step on the road to recovery and a joyous experience of the NHS. Picked up by an ambulance crew which gave me scenic views of Gloucestershire on a blue sky day – a rare glimpse of real life for me. First my left leg cast is drilled...
  9. Rear Window

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    Bailey and I sit and ponder the impending visit from the physio terrorpists as the sunlight streams through the trees lighting up vibrant green shoots in the garden as if spring has sprung… …the terrorpists came and conquered. I stood but my ankle threw in the towel and said no...
  10. Physio Terrorpy

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    Recovery is a fine line, one which fluctuates between a positive and negative pole. I’ve started physio at home which very basically is about getting me standing on my right leg. My left arm can help in an abstract kind of way. Yesterday the physio’s descended and put me to...

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