I hate this photo. At first glance it looks like I am standing, and I am. I am participating in a study that requires me to stand on a tilt bed for half an hour every day, held by straps…
I hate this photo. At first glance it looks like I am standing, and I am. I am participating in a study that requires me to stand on a tilt bed for half an hour every day, held by straps…
Life is all a matter of perspective. Let me tell you the same story in two ways – don’t worry, I will keep it short. On Thursday I had a class to teach in the afternoon at Hillsong in Baulkham…
A few months after my accident I was given the present of an Apple iPad, a brilliant invention for those of us with kacky hands, since sliding fingers is enough to make it work. The first e-book I downloaded to…
I have said a few times that I really am unsure as to exactly why I am blogging (one of the reasons I post so infrequently). I vacillate between the hope that my story is somehow meaningful and concern that…
Highlights Teaching Trinity at Parramatta with Simon Bartlett as a student. Simon was part way through his degree when he broke his neck in the surf and was left a C6 quadriplegic. He is an inspiring young man who is…
I am trying to finish my diary of Tuesday but today is Friday. It is mid afternoon and I am still in bed. My catheter is changed monthly by the community nurse and we were booked in for 8 AM…
This task I set myself of writing a diary of only one day is proving harder than I thought – and I’m sorry if I am overloading your inbox. Should have picked a slower day, so you ought to feel…
Woken by my phone. It is a call from a bloke who contacted me out of the blue by e-mail on the weekend. He has the most fantastic voice. It is a deep and broad Aussie accent with the super-cool…
Yesterday got away on me and I really did not get another chance to diarise (yes, literary pedants, I know this is not a word). I jotted down a few notes on my phone as I went and should have…
Headphones on, radio National playing through my phone, I scoot off down to the train station. I have taken to avoiding the footpath, sticking to the lovely smooth surface of the road. At 11 km an hour, about the speed…