Get Busy Living,

I had my usual day of rehabilitation yesterday. (Wednesday 19th august)

9 – 10 Speech Therapy

10 - 11 Physio Therapy

11 – 12 Occupational Therapy

Every 2nd week I spend an hour from 1 -2 with a Psychologist.

Busy boy!

I’m in hospital for my monthly infusion of 2 kilograms of Intragram, I am here today and tomorrow, (20th & 21st), from 9 – 4.

I went to speech as normal, I slowly walked in and smiled and asked how had my speech therapist been we got into it and I told my speechy of my pending schedule.

She asked something that seemed so simple for me to answer but had refreshingly never been asked, “How do you do it?”, “How do you smile and laugh all the time?”
“Its normal I am happy because something is happening for me”, I replied.

For SO long I was in a hospital bed with an unknown illness, I was in long enough to witness people passing, the sad effects of once healthy strong people getting progressively senile and to get dermatitis on my legs, chest, back and arms, I had been a hairstylist for 12 years and never had a hint of dermatitis, in my 32 years I had never had it and I spent my 32nd birthday in hospital. The longer I was in there the more I worried about my life slipping away from me on the outside.
Things weren’t going well at all.

People are professionally trained for potentially scarring things they would witness or be a part of, military, police, medical and emergency etc.

Fuel is expensive, the kids are late for school, feeling poorly, bombs are being dropped, pedophiles roam, cancer is rife, people lose limbs some people can’t even walk, I have seen a man walk on his arms dragging what he had for a torso along the road in the gutter using a piece of cardboard to prevent road rash, while begging. Is he still alive?

My point is; life can really be unfair.

There are always people that have way less and suffer way more.

I don’t intend to convict.
Oh wait… Yes I do, deal with it.
If you can breath. Smile!
I’m not some drugged up tree hugger.

I could be flat on my back in some hospital, (not to knock the medical industry, I would rather my children remember trips to the park than trips to see dad in a hospital bed), while doctors figure out what to do with me.

For years of my life I was told to put my own problems secondary, working with the public wears you down slowly. I learned a lot about people while doing that. I was trained to ask people about themselves. The positive stuff was refreshing and good, the negative stuff wore me down and affected me.
After a while I learned to become immune to it. It sounds good but in order to build an immunity you would have to have been exposed.

Being exposed to negativity can be toxic.
I’m not the only person to witness this evil.



Back to my conversation with my speech therapist,

“There is always someone worse off than you.”