I was determined to make it a year without a relapse of Neuromyelitis Optica. I’m not convinced at all that determination has anything to do with when my spinal cord […]
So what do you do when the tables are turned? When you are the one struggling to cope? When you are the one needing help? When you could do with a wish?
My naked arse was protruding from a hole in a plastic chair and there was a strange man in the room. He wore a red bow tie and I could see his nipples through his shirt.
It’s incredibly hard to explain to someone who hasn’t been paralysed just exactly what it feels like.
Blue orchids. The moony whites of her smiling eyes in the darkness. My reflection in the back of a teaspoon. Words, making their way to the yellow-tinged edge of the […]
I let the MRI Machine of Certain Death consume me and whiled away the following hour of clicks and buzzes and whirring, wondering where the paralysis would stop. How long until my arms are numb?
People often ask, “What did you come back for?” as though I escaped a prison and willingly returned to its suffocating cells and iron bars 3 years later. They ask […]
6 months ago I moved to Scotland and the idea was that my medical notes would come with me detailing various test results and specialists appointments and referrals and medications […]
I think it was flouncing around in a giant fleecy poncho that started it. Or perhaps this article about David ‘wank-stain’ Cameron reviving his Big Society bullshit. Whatever it was […]
Floating at 37,500ft, admiring snow capped mountains below, rediscovering Sigur Ros on the free inflight entertainment and enjoying a healthy sized gin; it was surprisingly easy to let go of […]