On 9th January 2014, I attended my first "frame" clinic, rather than fracture clinic. No X-rays this time, just a straight off "it's time to look at taking this off". I had my frame loosened, which meant that I was taking my weight through my leg, and the fracture site, rather than the frame taking … Continue reading Blog 12 – I have a leg
...Over at the Frankenstein place. Sorry. You'll only get that if you're a fan of the Rocky Horror Show.There's a light now at the end of my recovery tunnel. Only the existence of this light is making time go very, very slowly, and also means I'm struggling with some things. Things that didn't bother me … Continue reading Blog 11 – There’s a light…
I carry a lot of guilt from the accident. Even the category on here makes me feel guilty. "My accident". It wasn't just my accident after all, was it? It was Martin and my accident. The feelings of guilt do not go away. They do not reduce. The therapy for the PTSD reduces the flashbacks, … Continue reading Blog 10 – Guilt
I've now been home for 8 weeks. It is nearly 19 weeks since the accident. I can't believe I've been home for this long! When I first came home, I was all fired up for doing EVERYTHING. All at once. I went in to work for a celebrity appearance. I went and got my hair … Continue reading Blog 9 – The Recovery Continues……At Home..
I've neglected the blog since I've been home, not because I've been busy, but because my brain hasn't been in "blog" mode. I've said before that my blog posts write themselves - here is the proof!! I had a total of 8 weeks in rehab. Everything is geared towards regaining independence and going home. I … Continue reading Blog 8 – Going home?
Blog-tastic today. Don't write for a while, then brain goes off on one. 30th August 2013, and I was back to Aintree for my first fracture clinic. It had been previously agreed that one consultant would take over all my orthopaedic care to save on multiple appointments, so Mr Chan (who had done the ex … Continue reading Blog 7 – The Meltdown
Recovering from a massive smash like mine is nothing to do with rest and relaxation. It sets out to be bloody hard work. I got a gutter frame as I still couldn't bear any weight on my right wrist. The plaster had been removed and I was just splinted now, but terrified of using my … Continue reading Blog 6 – Rehab is a busy time
The Amy Winehouse reference has to be made. Every time you say to someone that you're going to rehab, you get sung at.... So, after 3 weeks and 3 operations, I was medically stable enough to move from the Major Trauma Ward in to a specialist trauma rehabilitation centre. I didn't know such things existed. An … Continue reading Blog 5 – They tried to make me go to rehab…..
So far, two weeks in hospital, and three operations. I was weaned off oxygen. I came off the morphine pump and onto a slow release tablet form of morphine. The ribs still hurt like buggery and hiccups were a particularly special nightmare. "Hic, ow ribs. Hic, ow ribs. Hic, ow ribs"..... This was the week … Continue reading Blog 4 – the 3rd and final week in actual hospital
I wrote this short piece for Martin the day before his funeral. I've been thinking about it this week and decided to put it on here. I was thinking of amending it, but this is what I managed at the time. I cried as I wrote it. I didn't think about what I was writing. … Continue reading My last thoughts for Vee VTR