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  • Time to Say Goodbye

    Leaving Hospital

    I got out. It must have been the good behaviour. After 9 weeks of rehabilitation and almost 15 weeks of hospitals since my Spinal Cord Injury, some innocent soul in the NHS decided it was safe to unleash me onto the streets of London – and hopefully soon the backroads of Leitrim. Watch out world. […]

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  • Defying Gravity

    Anti Gravity

    I’ve been humming the same musical theatre song for the past week. “I’m through accepting limits, ’cause someone says they’re so.” The lyrics go around and around in my head. If you painted me green and called me Elphaba, I’d be ready for my West End debut in ‘Wicked’. It’s all because I’ve been defying […]

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  • The Fall

    Falling

    It happened in slow motion. Once I felt myself stumble, I moved my arms to try and rebalance but the elbow crutches restricted my movement. I aimed for the bed, but I was too far away and knew I wouldn’t make it. So I did the only thing that made sense. I called for help […]

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  • The Reluctant Contortionist

    contortionist

    “You need to put that in the blog” says Superman. “No,” I tell him. “It never happened.” “But it’s hilarious.” I untangle my limbs and flail about as much as I can flail about (paraplegia is a bit restrictive like that). I’m trying to remove the plastic cup from under my arse. It takes a […]

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  • The Rose Garden

    Rose Garden

    Gin and Tonic never tasted so good. We were sitting in the beer garden of a lovely English country pub, The Battle Axes in Hertfordshire. The sun was beaming down on us when Melissa pointed out the gin and tonic section on the menu. She didn’t need to point twice. She’d busted me out of […]

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  • Sink or Swim

    swim

    It started with a Zimmer frame. I’m lying on a plinth in the physio gym, feeling the effects of ten weeks worth of hospital quality sleep. In a very un-Ruthie moment, I’ve mixed up my appointment time. I run through some of my stretches while I wait patiently for nobody and I do what I […]

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  • Wonder Woman Boots

    Wonder Woman Boots

    It might have been the Wonder Woman boots that did it. My sister Kathy and nephew Charlie came to visit me last weekend and pimped my splints to turn them into Wonder Woman boots. I’m sure that somehow contributed to things falling into place for me. When my new Physiotherapist put them on me for […]

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  • Blood, Shit and Tears

    Poo

    Let’s talk about poo. No, I don’t mean the honey loving bear who lives in the Hundred Acre Wood (as much as I also love talking about him). I mean the yucky kind that most of us don’t discuss very much, but quickly becomes an obsession to those in hospital. Given that I’ve already lowered […]

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  • Who Needs Eastenders Anyway?

    Trouble Maker

    “I ain’t ‘avin it”. It’s like something straight out of a BBC drama. Script ideas briefly flitter through my head. Her words are slurred. She reeks of alcohol. It took 4 nurses to put her to bed and now she shouts that they let her wet herself. An irate Nurse-in-charge taps a foot, hands placed firmly on […]