5 years

First Published: Wed Oct 09 2024
Last Updated: Wed Oct 09 2024

So I started writing this post earlier and it very quickly turned into a stream of consciousness blast about everything that I'm feeling at the moment, and, while cathartic, I thought I would put something a little bit more filtered up here in public.

Yesterday, the 8th October 2024 was the fifth anniversary of my arrival at Prince of Wales hospital. It was the start of something that saw 3 spinal surgeries, 5 angiograms (one of which turned into an actual "lets fix this from the inside" procedure) rehabilitation at the Prince of Wales Spinal Unit, then further rehabilitation at Port Kembla Hospital until finally I was able to go to my new home (Town Houses do NOT mix with wheelchairs) in March 2020.

During those six months I had to learn to walk again (sort of). I had to learn to adapt to new realities around ALL the changes to my physical ability below my waist and I started a mental journey that I know I have not completed yet.

Five years later, I'm medically stable, there's not threat of any sort of relapse so that's great. I'm still on that mental journey to acceptance (there are good days and there are bad) and I'm trying to get out of my own head. It's hard going from being the person who does all the heavy lifting, the one who reaches the top shelves and so on, to being the person who needs to be lifted (I did NOT enjoy being hoisted), who needs to ask someone else for something off the top shelf.

One thing has got me through this though and that is my amazing family. Without them I'm pretty sure I would not be in the good position I am today. Without their love and support I'd have disappeared up my own depression a long time ago.

Never forget that you are one accident away from a life changing event. Live your life like you should.