5:45pm, Tuesday 8th May
I remember a moment when I was back in La Paz, not sure if I was going to live or become tetraplegic. The prospect of living unharmed never looked so beautiful. The colour, the joy and the simplicity of it all. It just looked so easy and free. More than anything I wanted more time. I knew right then that I would go through anything to get it.
Only now have I started to look back at the events that occurred during those dark days in La Paz. During the past six months it has been easier not to think about it, but the truth is inescapable and I know now that I will have to accept it sooner or later. So why not now!
After cancelling on me twice and there being a seventeen-week waiting list, my mother and I decided to see my neurologist privately. We wanted to get an idea on my recovery time as I hoped to go to Australia with my girlfriend, Alex, in September. Alex has been incredibly patient with me and my slow recovery, paying to delay her flights twice. Today I was told that I would not be fit enough to backpack for another six to eighteen months. It is a shame and complicates our travel plans yet again. But compared to the morbid outlook back in early November it’s a dream. I have to be grateful for what I have, despite the pressures it puts on me and perhaps more importantly, those close to me.
On a lighter note, the weekend was made enjoyable by the new arrival to our family. At eight weeks old, Winston can do no wrong. The little springer spaniel runs from room to room, chewing anything he can get his teeth round and leaving little poos and piddles of pee behind. As a result, Winston has successfully earned the nickname ‘Winnie The Pooh’. He is even higher maintenance than me! So, to end this post here are a couple adorable vids & pics of the new pup:
Many thanks for reading,
Until next time. Bon Voyage!
By Angus and my main man Winnie