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?
Tag Archives: Questions
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.
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?
Have You Ever? Part 8
Has the whole experience left me with a stronger “mind over matter” attitude?
Do people who have prosthetic limbs still wear knee or elbow pads?
Have I ever managed to successfully disguise myself as a lamp?
7 Things I Wish Someone Had Told Me About Being An Amputee
What’s happening to all my door frames? Do I need to start wearing different underwear?
Once I was let out into the big wide world it became clear that there were a number of unexpected (and often ridiculously simple) issues that I would now be needing to consider.
Have You Ever? Upper Limb Edition
Over the course of writing these posts I have been asked a number of questions about being an upper limb amputee.
I decided to pose the questions to an amputee group over on Reddit and was delighted to have not one but two people get in touch…
Have You Ever? Part 7
How do you maintain and keep them (prostheses) clean?
Has having one leg provided an opportunity that otherwise would not have come about?
Do you name your legs?
Have You Ever? Part 6
Can you hammer nails with it?
I can tell you from experience that you absolutely can use them to hammer in nails. If however you plan to do so then make sure…
Have You Ever? Part 5
Are you looking forward to medical advancements related to lost limbs?
Do they rust, get clicky or squeaky?
Would you consider loading it with gadgets and making some kind of Swiss army leg?
7 Things I Didn’t Have To Think About Before I Became An Amputee
Many of you reading this will know that I wasn’t always an amputee and if you didn’t know, well now you do.
In fact, for seventeen years, three months and nine days (not that I’ve ever counted it), I was a perfectly healthy biped with nothing more to worry about than a scraped knee, a congenital heart condition and the occasional winter cold…