Once upon a long ago, I promised I’d keep writing this blog and tell you about the highs and low of life with an occasionally-grumpy tetraplegic. So you came along for the ride up until the point we got married, and then I kind of disappeared! No one to blame………………………………….
Just like anyone else, we love going away: fancy hotels with glitzy restaurants, romantic evenings watching sunsets on the beach, breakfast in bed and a shower big enough to Zumba in? Yup, all that and more! But the reality is that going away for us, is considerably more complicated. At………………………………….
I’ve never been one for sitting around and grieving a loss, even when it comes to death. Although inside I am filled with emotion and sadness, I am always pragmatic and realise that sometimes there is nothing that you can do about things, so you just have to get………………………………….
So about sailing…. Why would somebody who is paralysed, who can’t control their temperature, who broke their neck in water, and who floats the wrong way up; even consider sailing as a hobby or sport? My beginnings into the world of sailing weren’t brilliant. The first time after my accident………………………………….
