I can’t believe it has actually been five years since I started this blog.
Author Archives: The HopScot
7 Things Having One Leg Has Allowed Me To Do
There is no question that losing a limb, or gaining any kind of disability, puts a number of limits on the things a person can do.
However, I am not writing this post to talk about what I lost. Instead, I want to share some of the things that I have been able to do since my amputation. Specifically, things that I only do as a direct result of having one leg.
PA 15: A Series of Unfortunate Events
When I found out that I was being moved to a hospital closer to home, I was elated.
However, my first couple of nights there were marred by a number of unfortunate events.
Have You Ever? Part 10
How could people improve the design of my leg?
Is there a risk of my leg slipping off?
Have I ever tricked someone into thinking I have two legs, only to reveal my prosthesis in a shocking way?
BA 14: The Last Leg
October, 2012.
I had a big decision to make.
A decision that, as it turns out, would completely alter the course of my life.
What’s Happening With the Blog?
After sixteen months off, I am finally going to start posting again.
It’s Rude To Stare?
The best way to ensure that disability remains taboo for many years to come, is to make the next generation feel just as uncomfortable around it as the current one does.
PA 14: Bad News Travels Fast?
Saying goodbye to the various nurses, doctors and other hospital staff who had spent the last few months looking after me was actually quite emotional. Perhaps because of the small team that worked in the unit I had been kept in, we had all gotten to know each other very well.
Have You Ever? Part 9
How do I drive with one leg?
Are there any feet with movable toes?
Have I ever taken a drink from my prosthetic leg?
How I Lost My Leg: The Forest Fire
During the summer of my eighteenth year, we were experiencing an uncharacteristically hot spell. A group of us had just left the shop after buying cold drinks and a box of ice lollies. We planned to make our way into the woods to a nearby picnic site. It wasn’t secret per se but it also wasn’t obviously marked in any way so you could usually guarantee it wouldn’t be full.
As we trekked through the woods a groaning sound suddenly erupted from the back of the group…