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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Friday, 28 February 2014
'I'm sorry?'...
I type this 'rough', 'live'. Confused? I explain. I plan to be out, but I will give a you this week's post anyway. I am typing over the notes I have made this week, creating a rough. I do it out in a cafe, so 'live'.
Ah the wonders of technology?
My first note reminds me of my error in the previous post. As ever, I was talking about my coffee habit. Don't worry, I did not count up to having had four, double shots (8)! I had meant to say that I had reached the 'caffeine count' of four shots worth. I sound manic, and slightly crazy but I am trying to deny such poor attributes!
Just after I had typed the last post, I had to rush to answer the phone. It was an advertising 'sales call'.
The man was obviously scripted, and I rapidly understood that he was trying to sell some financial service. It is rude just to put the phone down, I am not rude! Instead, he asked if I was interested in something.
'I'm sorry?'
My response. He then repeated.
'I'm sorry?'
I then repeated these words again and again, answering every question that he raised.
He was getting flustered, I was winning! Hehehe. I chuckled as he told me to
'F### off!'
I had won! I checked that HE had sworn at ME. Then he cut the call!
Wow, I was supreme victor (without swearing, or being obviously rude)!
Telephone victory...
Life is just a series of moments which we must enjoy. One cannot have a long term design for life. Live for now!
I had become intrigued, but not worried at all, by those who choose against coffee, and the reasons behind a complete restriction. I know that I do not drink too much, and am not addicted, but I can feel the slope being very slippery.
Oh, whatever!!! :
A regular lunchtime coffee alternative
'He's a good driver.'
A compliment that I overhear whilst leaving a fairly 'accessible' shop. It is true, I am good, hehehe. OK, I am fairly experienced. It makes me realise that whilst I look at accessibility issues troubling me, obviously, there are a lot more felt by many, many other wheelchair users.
Friday, 21 February 2014
hiiiiiiiiigh
Ciao ciao
I type this post a bit ‘hiiiiiiiiigh’, as I
have just had a double espresso! Equating to my fourth of the day. Maybe fifth,
oh I don’t know!!!!!!!
Deep breath
Anyway, Orangina is calming me. Hopefully.
Notes.
Earlier in the week, I was moving along the
pavement towards a road crossing.
A bike rider (not a ‘cyclist’, but just a
‘bike rider’) cycled towards me, on the pavement.
'Alright mate' he greeted me with, before
passing me.
I responded.
'Should be on the road!' :(
Just because I am generally smiling (I
think), I am letting people ‘off the hook’. It’s so wrong. GGGRRRR!
I am good, and refuse to swear or curse, but
man do I get pissed off!
Deep breath again.
I find it impossible to let myself 'face the
facts and get depressed'. When I realise this, it scares me - but I actually
cannot be upset, angry, or depressed!
The above note is problematic as ‘life’ does
require attention by myself.
What do I mean? Too deep to contemplate.
My next note is clearly a ‘positive’. I was
in Kingston town centre, earlier in the week, successfully negotiating busy
crowds, when I entered a new café. I was shocked, good coffee, great place, yet
I am a relative novice here! OK, it is quite well known that I feel comfortable
complimenting those who I feel deserve it. Rarely, however, do I actually gain
from it. I was told by the barista here…
'Next time you come, I'll get you a free
coffee'
Sold! I will be a regular now, methinks!
Music, this week. I have been a fan for a while
now, but am only just promoting her. Well worth a listen.
Jemma Tweedie
I still remember six or seven years ago,
enjoying (whilst panicking slightly) an excursion from the RHN (Royal Hospital
for Neuro-Disability). I was taken on a key trip, by my parents, on a weekend,
to… …. …. … !!!
Caffe Nero In Putney. Hehehe, a special
place. Only one visit, but highly influential! Basically, I can blame my
parents for leading me astray!! Hehehe (I don’t mean that, obviously)
Glug glug glug…
Orangina now!
Besides the tremendous help, advice, and
mentoring I get from my physiotherapy. It was noticed that my fashion has
changed!
'You don't wear your hats anymore?’
I answered with explanation that as I wear my
glasses a lot more now, I choose not to wear my hat. I think both would make me
look (more) foolish.
Besides, I am told by a friend that they ‘are
all wearing glasses, here in LA’, so...
…oh and they do help a lot!
Friday, 14 February 2014
Muah Muah!!!
MUAH MUAH!!
Happy Valentines wishes to everyone!
I have already sent my card. Obviously, hush
hush. Only she knows, but I do not know whether she will read this!
Hehehe, oh it is funny, to create a stir…!
Basically, I believe that everyone must send a V card. Spread the love.
Tune!
Coffee is being made now.
Hmmm, a milky coffee, so not as strong as
usual. We will see the difference, maybe..?
A short post, as seems to be my recent
trend. My first note,
Thank you Henry
It may be said by many that I can be accused of
‘living in the past’, but around 500/600 years ago? C’mon.
My note is a very poor, low-scale, show of appreciation. I am very grateful that I currently live
relatively close to Hampton Court Palace. Although often facing away (or north,
towards Kingston), I am regularly able to appreciate my ability to look across
the river and see beautiful sky. This is due to having the beautiful palace and
it’s gardens on the facing riverside. I know that many of you may ridicule this
attitude. Although I live in a town which is part of the capital city, I
realise that I am so lucky to be able to have a view, of distance, endlessly
into the sky, allowing me to dream…
Hehehe, ok, my coffee is good but too milky.
Tutut.
'Bless you mate’
The above comment was given to me today. OK,
how does one respond? I simply offered a smile in return. I didn’t know how to
feel. Grateful, special, in need, ‘less of a person’ compared to the next?
Why did he feel the need to ‘bless’ me? OK, I
am currently disabled, but…
I then realized I was making too much of this
comment. I feel very lucky, I am. Do I really want to be blessed?
Oh I’m confused…
Blame milky coffee!
Danger! The river is scary as well, at the moment.
Second piece of music to promote, this week,
Acker Bilk(2010).
Jaaaaaaaazz…
Schweeeet…
My final note this week is another music offering.
It is not new (released 2007, I think).
Patti Smith sings Nirvana.
Special.
Friday, 7 February 2014
deal with it!
Bonjour!
Je pense ma ‘poste’ est assez coupe et rapide, ce semaine. Je suis
desolee.
Hmm, I don’t know exactly what I said, but…
‘I think my post is quite short and quick,
this week. I’m sorry.’
First note was earlier this week, obviously!
I have only discussed this with one person:
Part of me did die
- but like my ability to walk, it will be
reborn
- keep the faith
I move swiftly onto my next note, offering my
music selection this week. Hmm, ok, drum solos. They are good (I like them),
and have often considered the best one in my record collection, to be that of
Led Zeppelin in ‘Moby Dick’.
Although a completely different style of music,
and so I am not sure it ‘counts’. Phronesis with ‘Smoking the Camel’ provides
fierce competition.
Legendary.
OK, next note. It is 2014, and I have decided
that my choice has changed from enjoying wearing a hat regularly, to the
finding the joy of wearing my glasses a lot more often! I do not wear both
items at the same time, but it was on visiting Arsenal at The Emirates, did I
realize the joy of my glasses! It sounds cliché, but it was beautiful! The
whole setup for disabled supporters at Arsenal is incredible. Thank you!
The winning result
was always going to boost my satisfaction levels!
Marriage?
The note above is to remind me of how I feel about the
issue. As my opinion will prove controversial, and I don’t want to upset
anyone, I move on.
I provide you
with a poster that I designed for ‘Transport for All’ charity. Whilst I have to
respect those in charge (ahem, Boris), I feel that it is important for us not
to all believe that everything is ‘fine and dandy’.
Yesterday, it
rained almost constantly, all day. The last note of the week was made.
People struggle with umbrellas
Hehehe… Yeh. No, sorry, I shouldn’t laugh at
others ‘misfortune’, but it does amuse me, when it rains.
Huh?
That sounds stupid, I know. Most of the time I
have waterproof in my bag. I may just ‘wear’ it across my lap. I have grown
used to accepting that I will get wet. So what? It is just water.
What amuses me, is everyone else rushing
around, panicking, because of water. The amount of people struggling to contain
an umbrella, and failing, amuses me! Wind and rain? Do not use an umbrella if
you don’t want to be laughed at! It rains, you get wet. Deal with it!
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