About Me
Now, I live for adventure.
Cliché, I know, but sometimes it's hard for me to find good things that came out of my accident. Once you move past the obvious benefits: skipping past long queues in airports, time saved by only having one leg to shave, endless possibilities with prosthetic-related practical jokes, for example, life as a monoped is hard. Through all of the pain, struggle and anguish however, I've found an ever-increasing sense of adventure which had led me to a startling conclusion...
My accident was a good thing.
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I had no idea at the time, quite how life-changing my accident would become. No one could have possibly guessed. I stood on broken glass in my own kitchen in 2010 and in 2019, I became an amputee. It might have only been one single bacterium, poised for the chance to colonise. He might have waited his whole life, limited as it might be, waiting for his moment; his chance to breed, colonise, invade my skin, muscles, tendons, blood, body. Sepsis, as it turns out, is rather bad for you and whilst my body recovered, my mobility never did. Adventure has grown to become my own, deeply soothing form of 'therapy' in all senses of the word; it remains my single, most powerful and reliable form of pain relief, it has made me fitter and stronger than a physiotherapist could ever achieve in an out-patients clinic, and it provides the even keel that my mind so craves. What's more, adventure brings me joy; deep, deep, resonant joy in its people, places, thrill and beauty. My accident was a good thing. |
Photo credits - www.ozdzynes.com
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Want to know more? Check out this Blog Entry from the American Canoe Association.
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