Welcome to my blog. It varies how regular I write posts here. I sustained a 'Traumatic Acquired Brain Injury', and a six month coma from a 'road traffic accident' whilst cycling, in October 2006. I spent the following 4 years (22-26yrs old), in a combination of hospitals and rehabilitation homes. Now, I have been living independently in Surbiton, England since October 2010. This blog begun life in December 2010, as i realised that there are many people worldwide that i want to share experiences with. I know that, as a wheelchair user, I am obviously not as mobile as i wish, so, use the internet to connect to you. I enjoy letting my thoughts represent through type. I type honestly. As numerous readers, as well as email recipients, will understand, I find typing to be very therapeutic. Thank you :)
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Monday, 27 February 2012

Arrogant, Self-centred, ego-tistical....

......etc
Now, all three terms are abusive. But I think all can be applied to me sometimes, and should be to everyone.
Perhaps obviously, i twist them into basic facts of life or even compliments. I believe that it is important for everyone to have a certain level of self-belief enabling them to face different tasks, life throws upon them. I also realise that it is important for us to be able to see where our strengths lie (and therefore weaknesses).
I know that I rabble on a lot about what my love of cycling provided for me, but hey, it has given me so so much, and continues to. Essentially cycling is an individual sport. You may be part of a team, but essentially, you test yourself and you 'crack' yourself. Do you 'win' yourself? It's up to you. Are you a competition or is the race? Hmmm. Whatever, I could go on, and on.
Hopefully you see how cycling can teach you so much about yourself, and has taught me about myself. It has helped teach me how amazing human beings are, and how, with correct training we all could do everything.
This belief, is what I hold as self-belief, enabling me to accept challenges thrown at me, rehabilitating from a brain injury.

I look on my phone, and, my first note intended for this weeks blog post is 'Female voice. Cat Power.'

I mean to admit that my favoured music at the moment, whilst all alone in my flat after reading alone at a coffee bar, doing house chores, perhaps I miss a female voice, sniff sniff. Boo hooooooo.
No the reality is that i'm not a youthful university student anymore with the energy (or ability) to get into decent dance/rock music. I should state though that I type this accompanied by the Chemical Bros set below. It is awesome.



Next note allows me talk about my love of coffee. Although, trying to cut down and drink more water, I did drink an espresso the other day, and to my shock i could tell it tasted poor. As a coffee rookie, i just thought that all esspressi (plural) were difficult to taste.Then as i grew to love them, i figured that they can be fairly difficult to 'badly make' But now that i've tasted  the 'bad', I learn how great the 'good' are. mmmmmmmm

My next note refers to my saturday journey from Hampton Wick, along the riverside, to Hampton Court.   I knew the route well, from my cycling days, but hadn't been along it since.
It soon struck me that I was on a popular cycle path, in a wheelchair for the first time. As a cyclist i would travel down the path, and overtake people (carefully, but i would overtake). I was now forced to be 'the slowest moving vehicle', and therefore was overtaken. Whilst cycling, very few people would overtake me (hehehe), if they did, i would be straight on their tail, protected by their slipstream. But now, a new problem. Don't worry, i don't plan to solve it, just learn to accept it.

There's a river on the left, honest!!

  

Wednesday, 22 February 2012

I exclaim...

at a cyclist on a fine road bike, who is crossing the road at traffic lights, onto pavement, almost careering into my path

'GET OFF THE PAVEMENT. GET ON THE ROAD AND WEAR A FUCKIN' HELMET. YOU TWAT.'

I am not Ray Winstone, it was under my breath, and to myself, after passing the muppet.
GGRRRR

Sorry for the use of foul language, but i get so angry, at these fools.
Please make sure that you are not one yourself.
Thank you.


Monday, 20 February 2012

Just taking the dog for a WALK

Now, as good friends will know, I HATE cheating, and despise those who do it. Ok, no sport competitors, but a well-being of an animal is drawn to attention. I have recently experienced bus journeys on which a passenger has brought their pet dog. They sit down first and their wife next to them. No, sorry, one man and his dog, on the bus! I do really hope that it is not the 'dog walk' of the day. Ok, they may go miles, but by bus. It's cheating!

I also want to state with pathetic pride, that this morning i was bored enough to sort out my draw of odd socks. A sad, dismal excuse for me to write a passage on, but I will exclaim of how satisfying it was, as perfection was almost reached. I am going to take the morale high ground, exclaiming my regular distress at finding odd socks. I am a designer (believe it or not), and for me, there is nothing more distressing than an incomplete 'thing'. In this case, 'a PAIR' of socks. OK, you may not be bothered about wearing odd socks, but they were designed to be worn in pairs, so, we should atleast try to do so. I put all complete pairs on one side of the drawer, with each lonely sock, hanging by itself on the other side, until its partner was found so joining 'the pairs'. It was going well, and i imagined that my theory on fate would be mirrored, in turn I hoped it would mirror reality and 'we all have a partner to find'. The Beatles' Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, sprung to mind as a possible music reference in this blog. All was looking good, when to my distress I realised that I would still be left with an odd sock :(
Hmmm, not only did i get left with an odd sock, but I had proof against my argument that we all find our partners. It seems not, one just gets left in the drawer by itself, forever an odd one in reserve.
BoooHooo. It's sooooooooooooooooooooooo sad!

Hehe, right a link (sort of, The Beatles, Oasis, not the happiest Cat Power). This is a song that is 17 years old (i think), but covered by one of my 'Top 5' favourites. Class.



      

Tuesday, 14 February 2012

Counter...

I remove the 'live' pageview counter, as it seems to scare everyone away! As i write this, total pageviews since December 2010 = 3,576. Sorry, but i am sulking as my pageview/rate count has dropped, therefore only i will be able to view how popular this site is, you can only guess (if you really want to know, ask). 

Saturday, 11 February 2012

and the winner is....

Picture 1.
In answer to all those millions, who, gratefully, responded to the question that i posed earlier (picture 1 or 2). Picture 1 was chosen, and printed successfully.
Thank you to all those that gave me their opinion.


Friday, 10 February 2012

New visitor?

If you fall in this category, you may wish a clearer explanation of this blog. I started this blog over a year ago, posting most weeks. The drop-down menu, in the right-hand column, allows for quicker navigation. The current month is posted atop the list, and initial month (December 2010) can be accessed at the bottom of the list, or here

http://patrickgoodacre.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html

Please feel welcome to contact me with regards to any issue you may have.....
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Wednesday, 8 February 2012

Envious Spiderman

I had a strange experience yesterday, not for the first time someone was amazed to witness quite what on earth, i was up to, traveling around whilst sitting down. The wonders of a powered wheelchair, mean that you can seem quite relaxed/undisturbed, whilst sitting down, and yet i still travel down the high street, laden with shopping. This time i was given a very strange quizzical look by Spiderman. It was child dressed up, but he deserved a just as quizzical look. "Why has he got that?" his mum was asked by himself. I did not wait around to hear  the answer, but he made me realise that, as i do not mobilise myself using arm power (impossible), i probably appear as living in luxury. Hey, it is good, but you have to pay a lot...

Perhaps unsurprisingly, i include a YouTube video. As you could guess, it is one by my all-time heroes, Radiohead. I have not provided a 'new' tune. But it is a new version.


There is a link. As ever cycling must be discussed. The latest 'drugs' problem is that of Alberto Contador. Hmmm, I do not call him a cheat because that would imply that everyone else plays by the rules. As with the above video, it is not a new issue, just a more current version, and all in all, there are no surprises. He seemed to race on a different level to his opposition (maybe he is a cheat then). To win the Tour de France (amongst many other races ) is a huge achievement, but to win it the number of times as Contador did, provides questions. A big finger also telling me of the opinion to have, is that he was the 'next in line' after Lance Armstrong, and......
I stop before i cause trouble. 

Tuesday, 7 February 2012

That boy needs therapy!

He's a nut, crazy in the coconut!

I explain. I was having breakfast this morning, and heard a couple (neighbours) outside, call back to their son, who was trudging along behind.
"Dexter! Come on!"
So it needed a response from me "We have decided to expel Dexter from the entire public school system. It is the opinion of the entire staff that Dexter is criminally insane".

I realise that  90% of my audience will not know quite what I'm on about. I didn't respond, don't worry, I resisted the urge.

The lyrics come from a tune that was popular when i was 17, therefore "Dexter" only means one thing for me:



Oh, quality, back in the day.



Friday, 3 February 2012

Identification

"Hi, er, sorry. Are you called Christopher?"

I think: Er, right, fair question. No, but, what? Do I know you? Christopher? Who?
I am called Patrick.
I am not Christopher.

I didn't answer. But I tried not to be rude, as I had no reason to be.
However why oh WHY OH WHY OH WHY,  does he attempt to identify me? Does everyone do this, get identified by a totally random stranger? Why me, because I stand out as instantly recognisable, in a wheelchair? I travel down Twickenham High Street, at lunch, and I do wonder just what percentage of people take notice of me because  I am in a wheelchair. Yes, I may welcome a door being held open, or 'no, i'm gonna have wait for you to walk past' first. I am in a wheelchair but I AM STILL A PERSON. grrrrrr.

Sorry, it just gets to me when it seems that everyone first sees the wheelchair, and thinks that therefore i must be a 'screw loose'. People see a wheelchair, and then work to the lowest common-denominator, 'He can't even walk. Oh shame. Probably a mental nutcase.'

WHATEVER....... 

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