On The Road Again

People think I am a little strange because of the emphatic joyfulness and praise that I revel in when I find the perfect parking spot. I just don’t think we appreciate these things enough. Perhaps it is because I have a self- diagnosed mental illness I like to call “parking- anxiety.” Maybe it was alreadyContinue reading “On The Road Again”

Somebody Get Me A Doctor Part 2

I sat in the car and waited. They weren’t letting me in to be with Paul. He was in isolation the moment he was brought into Emergency. So I sat and sang along to the radio at 8 o’clock in the night, trying to calm my nerves and hit those high notes without scaring pedestriansContinue reading “Somebody Get Me A Doctor Part 2”

Somebody Get Me A Doctor Part 1

Have you ever laid in a hospital bed and listened to the chatter of the nurses? Its particularly interesting, especially if your room is right by the nurses station. As I sat by Paul’s bed, in a short space of time, I learnt that Amanda needs to swap shifts with someone because tomorrow afternoon, sheContinue reading “Somebody Get Me A Doctor Part 1”

Bad Medicine Part 1

Like any normal person, I much prefer the planned hospital stay over the call an ambulance type of hospital stay. Planned stays are organised, usually well in advance with prior approvals sought and everyone knows their place. Everyone knows what is going to happen and paperwork is complete prior to admission. So when Paul’s breathingContinue reading “Bad Medicine Part 1”

Sorry’s Not Good Enough

The four year anniversary of Paul’s accident is drawing near. I still remember it all like it was last week but the pangs of grief are now a distant memory. How far we have all come from that moment when all our lives were turned upside down, inside out and a couple of skid marksContinue reading “Sorry’s Not Good Enough”

Dr Feelgood

One of the last Case Conferences I had with Paul’s medical and therapy team before he was officially discharged from hospital was an absolute hoot. A Case Conference usually comprised of Paul’s neurologist, his Case Manager, the Physiotherapist, the Occupational Therapist, Speech Pathologist, Dietician, his LifetimeCare Coordinator (insurer) and, of course, me! We were huddledContinue reading “Dr Feelgood”

Shake a Leg

I always thought Paul should have been a Police Officer. Those that know the old Paul well should be laughing hysterically at that admission. But my husband was a backseat driver and wouldn’t hesitate to let me know if I was going even a single kilometre over the speed limit. It got worse as heContinue reading “Shake a Leg”

Touch the Sky

“I told my husband, if he was in an accident and fighting for his life, I would pull the plug,” came the words of my cousin as we sat in Paul’s room in the brain injury rehab unit. Whilst her words may be confronting to many, I’m sure there are many who would have thoughtContinue reading “Touch the Sky”

Raising Resilience- Part 2

You know what I really miss? I miss sleeping in on a Saturday morning. Paul would be in the kitchen cooking pancakes for the girls and making his sixth cup of espresso. By the time I rolled out of bed, well and truly after 9am, I had a cup of coffee and a plate ofContinue reading “Raising Resilience- Part 2”