You may have noticed that my isolation clock has disappeared from the top right of the screen. That is because I broke it. The clock has been smashed!
The reason behind this blatant act of vandalism, is that as of 12:19pm today, I left the house!
After 142 days, 19 hours, 19 minutes and 14 seconds, I escaped my self-imposed Alcatraz!
My journey may have only been a little spin in the wheelchair to the next street, but it felt fantastic to be outside!
To experience the warmth of the sun on my face and fresh air against my skin.
Bliss!
You can follow responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.You may leave a comment but pings are closed.
No post with similar tags yet.
- It Had Been Going On Too Long: Part 2
Yesterday afternoon was a hot one. If I was given a pound for everytime someone would walk into my little sideroom and comment on the extraordinary warm temperature, I would have about three quid. I asked if the windows could be opened any wider or a fan would be possible. I was told no on...
- It Had Been Going On Too Long: Part 1
It has been going on too long. I haven't been well for weeks and while that drug being taken away may have acted as a trigger, other symptoms have developed as a result.
It was time to return to hospital. We had all tried our best, but specialist help was needed. I got to ride the...
- Really Fed Up Now
I suffered my scooter accident 307 days ago and also many areas have got better since November, I am now suffering as a result of what I believe to be, advice to come off some tiny tablet which was never doing any harm in the first place.
I hate being unwell
I hate the impact it has...
- The STI Clinic
After sharing my latest ailments with anyone patient enough to listen, I received a well-educated guess of a diagnosis, where my mouthful of sores is concerned.
I actually received the same diagnosis from two separate individuals, which means it is almost certainly correct and just one step away from being as accurate as Dr Google.
... seriously,...
- Cry Me A River
Just when you think that you have reached the end of the world's worst afternoon tea service, the chef brings you out another shit sandwich.
This has been my last three weeks.
With Claire returning to work, it was my turn to approach something of a normal and meaningful existence. Things were sounding good with my employer...
Leave a Reply