In the secondary stage of my rehabilitation, I found myself much more aware of my condition as I slowly began improving. I really mean that I had begun to accept to a degree what had happened to me as a result of the fall. Now it was a burning desire I had within me to get well again, I wouldn’t believe this was a permanent condition, and more then likely I would in time get well and not remain in the quadriplegic state for the rest of my life.
Continued from: Days, Weeks, Months, Years After The Accident – Part 3
Moving Hospital Yet Again
My bed was the first near the door and there were two other beds in my room. At the very end of the room was a window but I never went to it. There was a man beside me who had Dementia and the other man was in his early fifties (at the time I was thirty nine). I had a lot of trouble with the man with Dementia. Continue reading
Continued from: Days, Weeks, Months, Years After The Accident – Part 2
When Will This Nightmare End
One day I was with a nurse and he took me through the hospital grounds outside the Head Injuries Unit, to the small chapel which was some distance away. It would take me about 15 minutes by wheelchair to get to the church. I would follow the footpath around the hospital grounds to the church and up I would travel and into the side door. Continue reading
As I have already said in an earlier article, I failed the entrance examination to join the military. I look back now on that event and I can I understand that it was one of life’s lessons preparing me for things that would come to pass later on. At age 19 I somehow met the first taste of my capacity for persistence and my drive to accomplish what I set out to do. Continue reading
The chameleon is a unique creature, being able to change its colour for the purpose of blending into its surroundings so as to hide unseen beneath its disguise until it is safe to reveal itself. What an amazing creature nature has given us and how much I have loved exploring the nature of this critter and how its behaviours have mirrored the experiences and way my life has unfolded. As I sit back and observe myself interacting with various individuals during conversation, I can see that I adapt and change to match each individual and their persona. This is not a unique trait as it can be easily witnessed in many people in the act of interaction.
The questions are: 1. For what purpose do we change? 2. Why do we adapt our communication style? 3. What would happen if we chose to not change? Continue reading