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Week 18 (4 months +). One of the worst aspects of this experience has been the feeling of being dead weight.

People are expected to help themselves, to find ways to be useful. 671 more words

Getting Back Up

Serious As A Heart Attack: Epilogue

Home at last. Home, where I can lie in my own bed, eat food of my liking, sleep in front of my cheesy old movies and relax while my body knits itself back together. 907 more words


The rest is history

On the Sunday after my operation, I was finally reunited with my little dog.  My sister returned him to me as I was having a Netflix binge of Sherlock at my parents’.   748 more words


A hostage of maternal worrying

I wasn’t allowed to be on my own for a few days after the operation; my plans for peaceful convalescence delayed by care pathways and other such nonsense, nonsense like not being able to look after myself and being unsteady on my feet. 1,622 more words



Day  9 post 1st stage reconstructive surgery. Mum flew in from the UK two nights ago on flight SQ281 to stay for a month. I pride myself on keeping the house not too shabbily, but she hadn’t been here 12 hours and she was already getting stuck in, half way down a toilet, giving it ‘a really good clean’. 639 more words


Walking again. A little.

Week 14. The weather abruptly turned spectacularly summery.

It was warm Monday when I single-crutched across a parking lot to the DMV Medical Affairs office to apply for a temporary disability placard. 936 more words

Getting Back Up


I had begun to feel that keeping two public blogs updated was too much after several days in hospital in mid-April. Hospitals are very stressful places, which makes long periods of… 381 more words

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