It’s been a while since my last post: my apologies.  The last few months have been difficult for all of us. Tens of thousands have died and many more have been kept alive only by the brilliance of the doctors, nurses and staff of the NHS. Countless others, who have not been directly affected by…

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At the exact moment the first case of the Coronavirus was contracted in Wuhan, China, a litter of puppies was born in Zhifang, a town just 16.39 miles from the epicentre of the deadly disease. On 31st January 2020, when two Chinese tourists tested positive for Corvid-19 in Rome, in the quartiere Monti, a neighbourhood…

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Anyone who knows me well would probably describe me as having an upbeat, sunny disposition, devoid of cynicism. But, even my sunny-side-of-the-street personality is being tested at the moment. I am not by nature an anxious person which, given my circumstances, is undoubtedly a good thing, but Coronavirus is just beginning to fray my nerves…

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The adult ICU at the Royal Brompton hospital is a kind of ICU on steroids. I was in a room that, I guess, was about twenty feet square. The air in the room is changed regularly and kept at a slightly higher pressure than the air outside the room. I had a highly-trained nurse with…

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  Back in September, just before Polly and I went on our cruise, I had been visited by the Compass Assistive Technology Service, usually referred to simply as the Compass Team. If you have read my previous posts, and particularly Things are Rigged, you may remember that, in early July 2018, I had lost the…

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  My transfer to the Royal Brompton meant that I began to turn, if not a corner, then a long, slow bend in the right direction, albeit with a few trip-hazards along the way. I came to inside a white room, still beset with the, now familiar, combination of hallucination and pain. I lay on…

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  I spent a week in the St Helier hospital ICU where doctors and other staff struggled to stabilise me enough to make a transfer to the Royal Brompton safe. It was, I can state without a hint of hyperbole, the worst week of my life. Despite being heavily sedated, I was in a great…

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This post is difficult to write. If you have followed this blog so far you will know that I have been at death’s door on a number of occasions but, thus far, found it wheelchair inaccessible. In September 2018 death installed a ramp. We returned from our cruise relaxed and happy. There had been a…

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2018 was the most difficult, most draining and most frightening year of my life – but it did have one shining highlight; Polly and I celebrated our silver wedding anniversary. Anyone who knows us as a couple knows that I effectively won the love-lottery the day I met Polly in February 1991 when we were…

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I was discharged from the Royal Brompton hospital at the end of August 2018 (see Things are Rigged) in a much-improved state, but with two significant changes to my day to day life. Firstly, being fed via the RIG inserted into my abdomen, and secondly, using the ventilator 24 hours a day. Both changes were…

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