January 2010
2 posts
The Worst Night of My Life
I couldn’t see the point of coming up with a title that was funny, eloquent or enigmatic; it was what it was. These events occurred on the night of October 15th 2003. I’d been in hospital for three months and was still largely paralysed; I couldn’t use my arms or hands, or speak. I communicated by using my left big toe to tap letters on an ABC board at the foot of my bed WHICH LOOKS LIKE THIS and...
SOGOTP
It’s almost Christmas 2009. I’m in Chester (England) and the snow which has brought most of the country to a pathetic standstill has finally arrived here. It’s falling with conviction; thick and straight down, big, heavy flakes. Since August I’ve been writing with conviction; in January I decided that I would either make a serious attempt to finish Get Well Soon or abandon it entirely. The...