I'm breaking my chains and stepping out to the real me inside. So I'm tranz and I do feel comfortable with this honesty within me
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I remember when I was in Wellington hospital I was not the nicest patient there, but I can tell you now that they were and are the best team that worked on my eight week stay. I spent six weeks on my back and unable to roll over when my bum got sore. The jungle gym you see here is what I was told is called the Thompson split and the other bit you don't see was 38 kgs swinging and fight me to straighten out my upper leg bone. I had cheated death from the time of my accident to that day in the photo. I should have died when I hit the hillman hunter and left a perfect knee print in the fin of the car. I was found across the road from where a traffic cop was parked. Found with my rt leg around my neck, the ambos said that I should have died there but I didn't. Some weeks in the hospital I got a blood clot in my lungs and until you go through something like that you really don't know what real fear is, and I don't care who you are or even think. Try this hold your breath like close you mouth don't take a breath don't breathe in or out and hold it til your lungs are burning, you can't say anything as you need air to make a sound. I was very very lucky that when this happened to me it was lunchtime and two of the nurses getting us ready for lunch came to my aid in 30 long seconds. I was threaten about stop playing with the buzzer on they were going to rip it out of the wall but when they saw that I wasn't joking those 30 seconds were to me a life time. They put an oxygen mask on me and turned it on . I lived my life had ever so small in this time that moment in time changed me. I still have that scratch on the side of my leg (and not as red as it is in the picture) but I wasn't out of the woods yet as I had to go through lots and lots of physio as my lower leg was black and purple. They were hoping that doing physio would help the blood flow or they (the doctors) were going to cut it off above the knee. But the physio did magic on my leg. I still have two legs but there is just one small thing that I hide from the untrained eye is that I am really limp when I'm tired or sore but as for most of the time I hide it from people by masking my limp
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It's doing this for me now as we speak
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Well said, something I've been doing all my life. Now I'm working on breaking my chains
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