Seven years ago today...
I fell off my bicycle in France, on the 20th July 2005.
A passing nurse saw me lying by the side of the road, and called an ambulance. It was a helicopter, in fact.
Rob rang my mobile to see where I was, and he got a French paramedic (who spoke no English!). I was in intensive care there for a few weeks, and the doctors thought I was brain-dead. Luckily, Churchill Insurance flew me home (in a Lear Jet!), and an MRI scan here said my brain still worked (although not as well as before, admittedly).
I spent several weeks in a coma, seven months in hospital, and 18 months off work. They gave up paying me 'sick pay' after a while, but thankfully they let me got back, at the beginning of 2007.I was really unlucky for it to happen, but incredibly lucky to have recovered as well as I have done. I might still be 'blind', with bad balance, horrendous handwriting, and a stupid voice, but hey, I am still here!
Rob used to come in to see me in hospital, bringing our 3-year-old, and a cute little baby. She was very sweet, but... where was her mum? I had no memory of having a second baby, or of us moving house so we would have space for her. I still don't remember her being a little tiny baby, but thankfully, I love my seven-year-old to pieces!
Today, I have booked the day off work. I am going to go through to the 'Rehabilitation Unit', in the hospital in Woking, where I spent 6 months, and where I came back to being myself. I go there every year, now, on my anniversary, to say 'Thank you' to all the lovely staff.
And tonight, I feel we have to drink Champagne, to celebrate having survived!
Sorry, nothing abour running today. Oops!
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