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  1. Sparky

    It's really quite here

    Once upon a time, long ago... In a far off land called Lego
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    It's really quite here

    Yes, I agree with you...it is sad. We had a great time before the trouble with the web-site. I hope slowly they will jump back in and join us again. We just have to show them "they miss us" at one time we even wrote stories, one line @ a time. Its summer might have alot to do with it...everyone is so busy. Hi Ann, I've been on Holiday, 2 weeks in Tenerife. When something stops you tend to find something else to replace it and get yourself intergrated. It's hard to go back to something and pick up where you left off. Start us off with your first line of a never ending story.
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    Good to be back

    Never thought I'd miss it then it went off line - nice to have it back
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    2011

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    Women

    The CIA had an opening for an assassin. After all the background checks, interviews, and testing were done, there were three finalists...two men and a woman. For the final test, the CIA agents took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun. "We must know that you will follow your instructions, no matter what the circumstances. Inside this room, you will find your wife sitting in a chair. Kill Her!!!" The man said, "You can't be serious. I could never shoot my wife." The agent said, "Then you're not the right man for this job. Take your wife and go home." The second man was given the same instructions. He took the gun and went into the room. All was quiet for about five minutes. Then the man came out with tears in his eyes. "I tried, but I can't kill my wife." The agent said, "You don't have what it takes. Take your wife and go home." Finally, it was the woman's turn. She was given the instruction to kill her husband. She took the gun and went into the room. Shots were heard, one shot after another. They heard screaming, crashing, banging on the walls. After a few minutes, all was quiet. The door opened slowly and there stood the woman. She wiped the sweat from her brow. "This gun is loaded with blanks", she said. "I had to beat him to death with the chair." Moral: Women are evil. Don't mess with them
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    switching feet (Bilaterals)

    I have Blatchford's Navigator feet, had them since 2007. when I was first fitted with them I wore them for about hour and half while they tweaked everything and I mean everything, from ankle to knee. My leg girl then told me to put my old legs back on - I could hardly walk in them. With the Navigator feet I felt a lot more confident walking on slopes, climbing stairs and I was able to walk a lot faster. I've been told the technical reason why they feel so good it is because the ankle can plantarflex (point the toes) to 12deg. Normal walking has 15deg so this is pretty close to normal walking and so you use less energy when walking on them. If you are still getting lots of aches and pains in the legs get your leg people to look at adjusting everything that can be adjusted.
  7. Mick, I was in St Abbs last May and guess what...
  8. Five miles Mick. Thats a fair walk for a bilateral. Don't think I could make that. That five miles would be like an eight/nine mile walk for me just because I'm a bilat and use more energy. Everything is trial and error, there isn't a wrong way only a way that suits you best. Maybe try and plan walks where there are suitable sized boulders to use as sitting/resting places. I quite like those 'resting places' Sparky. You sound like you have 'walked my walk' . Ann, I'll have a go at anything however, I have always recognised my weaknesses when it comes to being a BBk amputee and planned accordingly. That way I didn't ruin the day by not being able to cope.
  9. Five miles Mick. Thats a fair walk for a bilateral. Don't think I could make that. That five miles would be like an eight/nine mile walk for me just because I'm a bilat and use more energy. Everything is trial and error, there isn't a wrong way only a way that suits you best. Maybe try and plan walks where there are suitable sized boulders to use as sitting/resting places.
  10. Sparky

    Hello! Newbie here..

    Hi Hema, welcome to the forum.
  11. Hi Mick, I'm the same as Ann, never had a problem getting up off the ground. I used to start by getting onto my knees and then using my stick got up to my feet. After a bit of time I was able to get up without the stick. As Ann has stated your bilat might need to find their own method as arty leg fittings are different for everyone and will affect how they can bend and use their knees. I did try carrying a low collapsible stool but it was harder getting up from that.
  12. Sparky

    Feeling Sad.

    Life can be the hardest game to master, we all have gone through it and come out the other side better off. Getting your life back to what you want is for me worth a bit of surgery and pain.
  13. Pain, what a subject, everyone on here could write a book about pain and they would all be different and all be right. I have found after reading a lot of posts that the post op pain is down to the skill of your surgeon. You will have some pain and that should be managed by the staff. I had a bit of pain for the first day and then it was just stitches pulling and I was home about 3 days after the op, I was sent home with morphine, never used it.
  14. Just about everything you can think off races though your mind. I only waited about a week from being told to having my legs resized. I went into hospital the day before, I spent most of that night sat in the hospital car park wondering if I was doing the right thing and should I just go home. What did it in the end, I couldn't walk to the bus stop or back into the hospital. As it turned out it amputation was the right thing for me to do. Life in the beginning is going to be different, spend time working out how you are going to cope with your living environment and how you will overcome some of the obstacles - that's what I did to occupy myself. Good Luck
  15. is dangerously under-medicated.

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    Question for all NHS patients

    What you say is very true, I've only been offered a particular brand although other brand components are advertised on the walls of the amputee clinic. My amputee consultant didn't really take much interest in the prosthetic side of things only my ability to cope with going back to work and managing at home with or without prosthetic legs, the mechanical side of things and what I should be given was left to the prosthetist. I will not even go on about NHS wheelchair services.
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    A look at things to come

    I think we've hit the "difference" here...those of us who are relatively unaffected by our amp status see the "problems" in such a major procedure. Those like Sparky, who have been through so many accidents, traumas, and complications first see the potential for an improved life. I will say, myself, that having come as close to "checking out" of this world permanently as I did, the idea of death isn't quite as terrifying to me as it once was. I knew I'd done all I could, and if anything went wrong with any of my foot-and-leg-surgeries, I was ready to "let go." (That said, I'm very glad that nothing did go wrong and that I'm now living a healthy life!) Sparky, your comment about jumping at the chance of having a new face after your accident reminds me of a story I saw on the news recently: a young woman had her upper face completely blown away in a gun accident...she lost both her eyes, her nose, and her cheekbones. The story was about how she was in the process of being prepared to receive a prosthetic face. Well, we'll see if this link works....! View Blind Love For some reason, it's not letting me post just the "Blind Love" segment...wants to give me the entire episode of the show. So just scroll down to the "Blind Love" segments and give them a click! cherylm, you hit it on the head when you say, "first see the potential for an improved life." I also look to seeing if it will prolong my life to its natural end, I'm not affraid of death I accept it as the last part of my life. There is a trade off, as pointed out by Neal, an early death or a life time of meds. These are the things that I had to weigh up when I was offered surgery to remove my cancer. Anything with the word 'Life' in it get my undivided attention and overrides everything else, a life time of meds isn't so bad when it means I get to see countless more sunrises and I'm able to get on with living my life the way I want to. I can see the same drive in the young lady in your video, she has what is known as the F E A R factor. Face Everything And Recover
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    My Story

    This is turning out to be harder than I thought; I have to go back to my childhood. I was a complete failure academically, I only went to school for the sports, I boxed, did track and field, played football, cricket and swam, swimming was my first love and I was very good. My ambition was to win an Olympic gold at swimming and join the Royal Marines. Sport had taught me not to show weakness and to raise my game when my body was screaming at me to give up. My accident happened on the 18th June 1965, I was 12yrs and 11 months old, I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. I was trapped in a room with exploding 5 gallon drums of chemical, then the bulk of the stored chemical exploded as one, blew me clear out of the roof and I landed in the field behind, not a good landing, broke both my ankles. The ambulance and the fire brigade did not find me; it was a police officer checking the perimeter an hour later. I was taken to the local hospital, they did not have the facilities to deal with me and arrange for me to be transferred to a hospital 70 miles away, I was not expected to last the trip. My father had to be flown down from Scotland and went with me; he only visited me twice after that. I spent 4 weeks in intensive care, had 2 nurses looking after me 24x7, died once and came back, no one could explain that to me, my surgeon, some time later said, it just wasn't my time to go. My mother moved into the hospital for that month, I couldn't speak to her or even see her, my eyes had been damaged and I had burnt the inside of my mouth, throat and lungs. Losing my legs does not come close to losing my sight. That first month is a bit vague because of all the drugs, I can remember lying in bed and touching my legs and having chunks of flesh coming away in my hands. I was transferred into the burns unit; my wounds were dressed for the first time - what luxury. Once all the dead stuff had been removed, the actual damage could be assessed and it wasn't good. My legs from the ankle to the knee had been burnt to the bone and most of the calf muscle had gone too, my thighs had lost about a quarter of the muscle and my ankles were broken. I had to fight to keep my legs I still had my dreams and ambitions. My face had taken a beating and had to be re-built, the rest of me wasn't too bad in comparison. I also started to get my sight back. I went to the operating theatre every 7 – 10 days for months. Went home after nearly a year in hospital, my friends came round to see me took one look at me and went. It was another 6 months before I went back to school, what a reception, I was treated like a freak. The names didn't bother me, being stabbed with sharp objects to see if I was real did, after a couple of days of this I grabbed to next boy to attack me and hit him so hard I split his nose, I didn't get any more hassle after that. Because of my age, I was too old to be classed as a child and to young to class as an adult and therefore sat in no-mans land when it came to support and rehabilitation – I just didn't get any. It was my choice to go back to school I didn't have to. I spent every school and college holiday in hospital; it was Christmas 1970, gone in to have work done on my legs. I was in a new ward, purpose built for burns patients single or double rooms with on suite bathrooms and televisions and floor to ceiling windows overlooking the countryside. I was getting changed and caught my reflection in the window it was the first time I had seen my self naked. I had seen most of myself but only in sections this was the first time I had seen the whole picture, all I saw looking back at me was this grotesque thing if it wasn't for the timely intervention of a nurse doing her rounds I would have done myself in. I still have dark days, mainly when the infections take over and I'm laid in bed glowing bright red. My wife and kids have put meaning into my life and that's what keeps me going. After I came out of hospital that last time, my GP arranged for a social services panel to assess me. I turned up and sat in front of seven people, a mixture of doctors and social workers. I was interviewed but I drew the line at stripping off so the could see for themselves, they proclaimed me to be severely disabled, didn't offer any sort of advice or support and in so many words told me I was good for nothing. I exploded, I hadn't gone thru 4yrs of physio hell getting my body straight and walking without a limp just to be told I wasn't good for anything. I walked out; I have never gone back to them. I went out and proved to myself that I could do anything I wanted and I did, I have always found solutions to every obstacle. I know how short life can be, and that has changed my perspective on life. I started to go down with continuous infections in the legs about 3 years ago followed by ulcers, last year it became unmanageable and I had to stop work. Christmas 2005 was probably the worst days of my life; I really don't remember any of it. After a lot of test and scans, I received a letter from the hospital saying that I was booked in for surgery on February the 3rd; it didn't explain what the surgery was. I also received an invitation from the Amputee Rehabilitation Unit to meet the team – then I knew what the operation entailed. The surgeon explained that my blood had stopped going into my legs and they were now rotting on the inside, because of all the burn damage/ previous repairs they could not be repaired again. He wasn't sure how much of my legs were damaged and they would start below the knees and work up the legs. Fortunately, it was a bilateral below knee amputation. For the first time in years I feel fit and healthy, I went back to full time work 3months later. Because of the burn damage to my legs, my nice (very basic NHS) shiny new legs cut my stumps to ribbons. Now, after six months I am walking and planning a new future.
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    Question for all NHS patients

    Hi Allen, last time I was there it was a Blatchford/NHS centre.
  20. Sparky

    My Story

    You'll be our first over charged guest.
  21. Sparky

    A look at things to come

    Years ago when I had my accident I would have jumped at the chance of having a new face. Now, if I was offered the chance of legs I would have give it a go, what is there to lose?
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    Question for all NHS patients

    Very hard to answer your questionnaire as a bilateral. I'm not using legs anymore as they are causing me a lot of damage. The last time I did have a new set of legs made and up graded feet fitted it went over budget, they had to use money from donations given to the limb centre to help pay for them. There is always someone raising money for our limb centre to help with the cost of limbs and equipment.
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    Women

    Why is a wedding dress white? So the dishwasher will match the oven and the fridge.
  24. Mick, glad you made it up the west coast. Last time I stayed at Glen Nevis, 17 wheelchairs and their users went up Ben Nevis, I'm now thinking that I could do it in my wheelchair. I did get the opportunity to climb Nevis when I was younger, bad weather stopped us in the end, never got the chance again. Tip: Always holiday in Scotland in May they seem to get their best weather then.
  25. Sparky

    Greetings from Santa Cruz.

    Hi and welcome Steve, feel the odd one out here because I've never been anywhere near Santa Cruz.
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