Sunday, 22 March 2015

Milestone #2

Earlier today I got my good man to drive me to Alexandra Park so that I could enjoy the view in the glorious sunshine. Not a milestone in itself as I have managed to do this two or three times in the last year however today's trip was slightly different. It was the first time I'd been there since being awarded my blue badge. This meant that we could park in the disabled space next to the viewing point, only a very short walk from the benches, so I didn't need to take my wheelchair.

Me doing my best 'normal person' impression at Alexandra Park
I had my trusty walking stick to help me travel the few paces to where we sat and it felt really good to be unhindered by metal and wheels. People look at you differently when you're being pushed around at ground level - you can almost hear the cogs whirring as they try to deduce whether your disability is physical or mental. Often they're afraid to speak to you in case it's the later, heaving an almost audible sigh of relief when you open your mouth and they realise that you actually are able to string a sentence together. Admittedly, my dress sense doesn't help. Squirrowl hats and fat bee coats do make me look a little peculiar, as do the fairy lights on my wheelchair. Lucky really, that I'm sat on my magnificent personalised livery (thank you Hoggit!) - if they saw 'Princess Charlotte's chariot' emblazoned across my seat cover then they'd definitely assume I was a few sandwiches short of a picnic. 

Anyway, it was great to get out for a bit of fresh air and, apart from the walking stick and the ear plugs, I could have passed for a healthy version of myself. Here's looking forward to the day when I don't need those either.

Wednesday, 18 March 2015

Milestone #1

I've decided I need to start blogging about all the little milestones I pass as my health starts to improve, more so for my own record than for anything else. Nothing fancy, just a quick note and a photo to mark each occasion to celebrate. When you have a chronic illness any reason, no matter how small, is reason enough to get the bunting out.

So here is a fairly innocuous-looking photo taken from my front step. Not much to get excited about? Think again. 

For the first time in probably 2 years or more, I managed to walk (avec le stick) to the end of my road - symbolised here by the orangey glow of the streetlight, a literal light at the end of the tunnel. It's not far, just a few metres really but until today I had only got as far as halfway before summoning my chauffeur-driven wheelchair to carry me the rest of my journey. 

For some reason today, I wasn't really paying attention to how far I had walked. Too busy chatting I suppose. I looked down and saw I had reached the drain cover marking my halfway point. For a split second I faltered, ready to call on Mr Mook and my chariot. But no. Sod it, I thought. I'm going to walk TO THE END OF THE ROAD!!! 

And I bloody well did!

I'm paying for it now but it was worth it to tick off another goal on my growing list of exciting adventures.