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, 24 June 2022

BEEEEEAUTIFUL WEATHER

BEEEEEAUTIFUL WEATHER over the last couple of days


I knew that my previous post was calling fate to disrupt me.

I had exclaimed how I joyfully travelled up to Central-London. The following morning… 





Fortunately this happened whilst I was at home in my flat! As I am still waiting for engineers to collect it, I am still awaiting a replacement ‘loan’ chair! Whilst the sun has been shining I feel like I am under house-arrest! I am in a manual wheelchair, and I can scoot myself using my feet, around my flat, but I cannot go independently outdoors (fortunately my parents have been willing to push me on short trips to local coffee shops around the corner)!


Whilst this is extremely frustrating for myself, this has only been an issue for four days so-far (it will be 6, as I am told it’ll be next week now)!!


I have had to cancel one gym-session so far (no hydrotherapy had been booked for this week anyway). I am worried if my cycling on my MotoMed gym bike, may damage my wheelchair. I remain in the chair whilst applying force/effort through the pedals, which I guess must partly dissipate back through my Wheelchair.

 

I cannot be too angry as I read the joy that I reported in the previous post.


I am sorry, I know how to control my mind. If I am to think too deeply about my own situation, and my own problems, my mind will fail and the broom wagon will collect me. If I stay clipped in to my pedals (as I always do), they will turn, the wheels will rotate, and I will progress. I'm not at the front, but i don't need to be.

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