Please Don’t Pity Me

Glancing at people’s faces, the hardest expression to see is that of pity, especially when the expressions are on the faces of those I know and of those who know me. I didn’t recognise this particular look until that first week of lectures. I saw it everywhere. Then worse is when the look is said … More Please Don’t Pity Me

Returning to Work

By the Sunday evening, the reality of going back to work the next day was beginning to sink in. I can’t drive, so I’m dependent upon others to drive me to College. That Sunday evening, I organised for a co-worker to pick me up at 8:00am the next morning. I really was going back to … More Returning to Work

Arriving ‘Home’

To say that I was excited would be an understatement. I was ecstatic, almost elated. I didn’t mind the nurse waking me up four times during the night because I knew that the next night I would be in a dark room, with no lights on, and no nurses trying to check that I was … More Arriving ‘Home’