Monthly Archives: December 2002
Make your mind up
Time. The days are just the same. One long water-wash, day-night sequence, that blends into a smooth consistency of similar lighting around this single bed. My biggest change of scenery is the toilet, the wheelchair to and from the toilet, and the shower I can never wait to have. The beds are covered in plastic. [...]
There's a clot in your leg
On the Wednesday when the doctor persuaded me to go for an appointment at the clinic, I limped up to floor one of the hospital and sat on an uncomfortable plastic waiting room chair that made my leg hurt even more. Would it be too much of a cliché to say that I knew deep [...]
Twitching
I’m feeling a lot better today, almost twitching. I feel like I could walk if I needed to (though I’ll wait until the physiotherapist says I can). I’m not scared anymore, and that’s the first time I can say that in four days.
Priorities
I’m going to reassess my priorities. I managed to do this to myself by caring too much. To turn pop psychologist, I desperately wanted to be loved. Look at me, me, me cheeps the baby bird. Well, there are easier ways to be noticed. I hold my colleagues in affection, but there are times when [...]
Insight
This happened to me because I was so desperate to prove myself to a faceless company. It happened because I wanted to be acknowledged. I wanted an “Operational Excellence” cube to put on my desk. I wanted to be doing something more than swimming around aimlessly in my own little pond. When I first joined [...]
Doctor
I rested with my leg up for the Friday, Saturday and Sunday. J. kept telling me to make a doctor’s appointment, so on the Monday I did. I told the doctor the story of how I’d strained my leg by wearing heels. The first question he asked me was “Are you on the pill?” I [...]
