Category: Out and About

Odd Encounters

Stroke Survivor being mistaken for an inmate at retirement home when visiting. As I passed a lift the doors opened, a smiling woman exited, flung her arms around me and

Tempest and Calm

I wrote this poem, Tempest and Calm, as I watched weather changes but it also reflects what my life was like and still is at times. My power of observation has been greatly heightened since the stroke and I get a great deal of pleasure from ‘taking in the ambience’ wherever I might be. I Read More …

Do I use a wheelchair or not?

The question ‘Do I use a wheelchair or not?’ was not answered easily. This was not only because of the expectations I put on myself but because the therapist initially wanted me to walk without any aids. The goal  was  to walk again and without aids. I did achieve this?