Sean's Stories

Posted by sean on February 25, 2020 at 11:18 am in Chocolate, Internet with No Comments


By the time you read this blog, the tweet I am going to mention will almost certainly have become viral.

The tweeter will go on to have appear on that Jonathan Ross chat show, release a charity Easter single, as well as opening an online shop, selling t-shirts, mugs, mousemats and the like.

So, well done to @hargi_. I am sure Cadbury’s love you more than your own mother, right now. You have probably increased Creme Egg sales by 100,000%, as chocoholics try to recreate your masterpiece.

Posted by sean on February 25, 2020 at 10:57 am in Television with No Comments


Posted by sean on February 24, 2020 at 10:15 pm in Roman's Album with No Comments


This is one guilty looking bunny.

I am yet to discover the exact reason why Roman appears so sheepish, but it will no doubt become apparent soon.

Probably involving something important that he has nibbled – furniture, our floor, the foundations of the house…

GUILTY OR NOT GUILTY, YOU WOULD NEED TO HAVE A HEART OF STONE, NOT TO FIND THIS THE CUTEST THING YOU’LL SEE ALL DAY.

Posted by sean on February 24, 2020 at 8:01 am in Health with No Comments


Yesterday’s blog provided an update on my health and rehabilitation from injury.

I mentioned that one of my goals was to get myself out of bed, before transferring to a wheelchair…

You never know, the next time I provide a progress update, I may be walking to my wheelchair and taking myself to the stair lift – my current short term goal.

Well, this has materialised quicker than planned; no doubt surprising many people – most of all, me!

KEEP UP THOSE BABY STEPS.

Sunday morning. I was only planning to stand by the bed, tightly gripping the walking frame. Maybe I would try walking a step or two.

What actually happened shocked me…

I don’t know where I found the strength. Probably a mix of improved fitness from exercise and stubborn determination to succeed.

Firstly, I managed to get myself out of bed and into a safe, standing position. Up until now, Claire has had to assist me in leaving the bed.

Encouraged by my first surprising achievement, I then negotiated the necessary steps and turns, to position myself above the nearby wheelchair, before sitting down.

Those who are not aware of what I have been going through, over the past three and a half months, may wonder what all the fuss is about. To those people, I suggest you look through the ‘Health‘ category on my blog.

Anyone who has played a part in my fight to recovery, will know that this is huge progress towards returning to independence.

At the moment, if Claire has to leave the house, I have no choice but to remain in bed – surrounded by food, drink, medication and some more unsavory items (urine bottle!).

This can be extremely frustrating and degrading. Not to mention the worry of “What at happens if I need to go ‘number two’?”. Mercifully, this hasn’t been a problem, while I have been left home alone.

Claire cannot be off work, caring for me indefinitely. When the day comes that she does return, I’ll have to be able to cope alone.

Then there is my working situation. I too will need to get back to the office (a day which can’t come soon enough).

By making this most basic of transfers, all by myself, I have taken a huge stride forward.

I am normally a very modest person, so bragging doesn’t come naturally to me, but I am not ashamed to admit that I feel very proud of myself.

There is one person I couldn’t have done any of this without. Had this person not been in my life, I would probably be in a community hospital right now.

I am, of course, talking about my wonderful wife, Claire.

Thank you, Wifey. I love you.

Posted by sean on February 23, 2020 at 8:58 am in Health with No Comments


It has been 104 days since my mobility scooter toppled over, resulting in three broken limbs, surgery, almost three weeks in hospital and an inability to wash and toilet myself.

Since that awful day in November, I have been unable to work, or even get myself out of bed and walk without major assistance.

The entire ordeal has been horrendous – not only for me, but for Claire. My dedicated, loving wife has taken herself out of work, in order to attend to my every need.

Our wedding vows couldn’t have been more appropriate. “For better, for worse.”, “In sickness and in health.”.

I continue to feel increasingly frustrated at my lack of independence. Although there are no words to express my gratitude to Claire, I just wish that I could do more for myself – most notably, moving, washing and using the toilet.

I am also desperate to get back to work. I know that all of these things will return in time, but there are occasions when it feels like I could be waiting a million years to return to how I was before the accident.

This was never intended to be a downbeat blog post. After you read the next few paragraphs, I hope that you’ll understand that and notice the positivity which I originally intended to convey.

On Friday I took my first steps. This may sound unremarkable to many, but to me, this showed huge progress. I had basically been bedridden for three and a half months. It was as if I was a baby, learning to walk again.

Admittedly, this time I used a walking frame. Unfortunately, barring a miracle, that is my life from now on.

I only managed three steps forward, before retracing my path back to the bed. It’ll be a long time before I can walk out of the front door, cross the road and take on the Cotswolds Way.

For the past few weeks, Claire and I have been of the same opinion that my rehabilitation should be based around baby steps. So far, this has worked, with a little amount of progress being made each day I try to stand or walk.

Hopefully later today, I will be able to try and walk again. I may even manage a few more steps than last time.

You never know, the next time I provide a progress update, I may be walking to my wheelchair and taking myself to the stair lift – my current short term goal.

The final part of this blog is about a programme I watched with Claire recently; focusing on the running of a hospital.

There was one patient with motor neurone disease. He couldn’t have been more than fifteen years older than me.

The gentleman’s only means of communication was by moving his lips. This would control a computer, which would then relay his message using a digital voice, not dissimilar to the one used by Stephen Hawking.

I mention this remarkable man, because despite all his health problems, he remained remarkably upbeat and grateful for life.

When I was much younger than I am now, I had a spell in hospital for reasons different to my recent visits. I overheard an elderly man telling a nurse “I am grateful for every day I wake up alive”.

To some, this may sound morbid, but I find it an incredible and positive way to think about life. It must have made an impact on me, almost twenty years later.

I have been told that I am mentally strong and cope with whatever health problems are thrown at me. As I tell people, what choice do I have?

Despite my many boxes of medical records, my problems don’t come close to those of someone inflicted with motor neurone disease. Then there are those patients missing limbs, brain damaged, suffering with dementia and the terminally ill.

There is always somebody worse off than yourself. Not that I take any pleasure from that, of course. What I can take is inspiration, that if they can cope, so can I.

I hope that somebody will read this and remember my post and the story of the brave patient with motor neurone disease.

I hope that if they or a loved one is ever suffering, mentally or physically, they take inspiration from the strength of others and use this to help in their own fight.

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