Bad days versus Good days. Which is which? I had already renamed Bad days as Wipeout days but I am trying to take it one further and renaming them again as Brain Healing Days. I know I am good at handling really tough events (yay to C-PTSD which prepares you for the shit in life!) but I’m not as good at allowing myself into relaxing into enjoying myself, enjoying the small pleasures in life. So I’m reframing my formerly known as “Wipeout days” as Brain Healing Days, as the mo

View from the ward window. (Helicopter landing pad with a windsock and a nice Zen garden) 2025 turned out to be one hell of a year. But here we are in 2026, I’ve had 3 operations and I’m still alive. Brief summary of a totally weird “Unfortunate Series of Events” Operation 1 Three operations were cancelled last minute for various reasons but eventually In October I was admitted (to male head injuries ward as no other beds) and operated on. The operation was 7 hours with 4 sur

I’ve had so much to think about, trying to make sense of myself. So much to say, where to begin? Basically nothing has happened tumour...