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18: Sun, Sea and Surgery

It was midsummer in the year 2012, with the hot sun scorching the cracked paving stones of Glasgow when I showed up to hospital in innocence, expecting to undergo a simple keyhole procedure to help with the troublesome infection which had been plaguing me for many moons…

Hobbies of an Amputee: The Stage and The Stump

The inspiration behind writing this post does not come from wanting anybody to feel sorry for me, or to receive any compliments. It’s about trying to give an indication of the choices that people in my situation need to make when it comes to pursuing the things they enjoy…

Some Good News.

2021 was dominated by the stress of being apart from my wife for 14 months. So, with that in mind, it is an absolute pleasure to be able to kick off the new year on this blog by sharing some extremely good news…

17: In The Neck Of Time (Part 2)

There I lay, my face covered with a large green sheet and warm fluid flowing uncomfortably freely from my neck.
For a brief moment I though to myself, “Oh come on, I’ve just survived a major infection, open heart surgery, a surprise amputation, kidney failure and now a tiny cut in my neck is going to do me in…

16: A Key Moment

After over two months in hospital being pumped full of powerful antibiotics and seeing very little reduction in the severity of my infection, it was becoming depressingly clear that the previously suggested “six weeks” of treatment was going to need to be extended…

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?

15: In The Neck Of Time (Part 1)

You may think the most unpleasant thing I experienced during my hospital recovery was the pain of a cracked open chest, or perhaps the discomfort of the phantom menace.
Maybe it wasn’t something physical, the trauma of waking to find yourself short a limb can be fairly unpleasant.

However…

A Year Of Being The HopScot

I love writing these posts but more so than that, I love the interactions that have come from sharing them online. The connections I have made with such a wide range of different people over this last year go far beyond…

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…

14: With a Little Help from my Friends.

A couple of weeks into my daily routine of waking up, antibiotics, watching Frasier, more antibiotics, going to the hospital cafĂ© for a dream ring (best part of the day), antibiotics, playing Minecraft, antibiotics for supper and then sleeping, my mum got a phone call from my head teacher…

7 Things We Wish People Knew About Life With A Heart Condition.

I am part of a group set up by the British Heart Foundation and a couple of weeks ago I posed the question;
What, as young adults, would we like others to understand about living with a heart condition?
There were a number of interesting and varied responses…

13: Rolling Along

I wasn’t aware until several weeks after waking up that during my long nap in the intensive care unit, an epic battle of wills had taken place over my unconscious body…

Have You Ever? Part 4

Are there any unexpected benefits to having a prosthetic leg?
When asked how you lost your leg, do you tell the truth or come up with some wild story?
Have you ever smuggled anything in it?

12: A Reason To Wake

I was a sixteen year old, only half a year out of his latest major open heart surgery and looking forward to getting rid of this infection in order take full advantage of the repairs and tweaks done to my heart. So six weeks in hospital was not just a slap in the face, it was a gut punch which totally winded me…