So that’s a 14 hour wait for treatment. 14 hours of my immune system attacking my spinal cord. 14 hours of inflammation leading to permanent damage of nerves – the nerves that help me walk, see, urinate, breathe. NMO causes permanent disability. NMO can kill.
“Don’t film me looking disabled.” Those weren’t my exact words, I said “Do you have to film me walking up the stairs?” but I only said it because I think […]
“…it’ll be nice to be reversed into a tube not much bigger than myself, a tube that can rip metal from your insides and SEE INSIDE YOUR BRAIN. ”
Sometimes you don’t know what it is that’s been missing until you’re crying with relief in your kitchen after a day filming with BBC 3.
When you offered me your dead husbands sun-visor I didn’t quite know how to react. Firstly I thought I’d look ridiculous in an oversized man’s golf visor. And secondly, why would you give the last remaining item of your husbands clothing to me, the young woman that just moved in over the road?
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.
I’ve never felt more suffocated than when surrounded by the crotches of 30 hungry tourists.
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 […]