Wednesday 12th June was supposed to be my first Physio session. In some respects I was looking forward to it and in other ways dreading it, that’s just how Physio is and it depends on what we do. For some reason, and I have no idea why, I felt really bad in the morning, I […]
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A long prosthetic session
The morning of Monday 10th June saw a three and a half hour session with Lynne (my Prosthetist). This is not a bad thing in itself but depends whether I come away with a better fitting socket or not. Did I come away with a better socket? Lets just backtrack a little first The first […]
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An uncertain future
On Saturday, after getting back from visiting Nan, I received a copy of the letter to my GP from my Rehab Consultant. On a rough day the letter didn’t do anything to brighten my spirits, but it did say a lot more than he actually said to me in Clinic. The first paragraph talks generally […]
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What next?
Today I had an appointment to see my Plastic Consultant at Addenbrooke’s Hospital. The 11:35 appointment meant no rush hour traffic, no stupidly early morning and a fighting chance of getting a car parking space. Dad drove me there and we headed straight for our usual car park but unfortunately there were no spaces. We […]
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It’s like Russian Roulette
I seemed to have been waiting for yesterday to arrive for ages, in the morning I was off to see the Plastic Surgeon for the first time. 45 minutes late the registrar eventually came in to see me, he was a really nice guy so all is forgiven. It started off same old, same old, […]
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‘The Amputee’ a year on
Today is my 1st Ampuversary, I’m sure there’s no official word for this so I decided to make my own. Wow, can you believe, it a year ago today I had my left leg removed above the knee, became an amputee and my life changed forever. What a roller coaster year it’s been, plenty of […]
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June 15, 2013 