The other day, while trying my best to be a domestic god - not goddess! (Before anybody makes any comments!) I had what I would call a 'happy accident'. This year I want to make more of these small accomplishments as part of my word for the year, which is 'positive'. I want to see the positives, notice them and take pride in them.
As ever, whenever Amy is busy, rightfully focussing on either her course, coursework, or working at Waitrose, I try and do something nice for her, because she has enough to do and works incredibly hard. So I do my best to relieve some of the burden I have placed on her.
I have mentioned before how I do my best to go out and buy her some flowers when she is at work at Waitrose on either Monday or Friday nights, so this next task I was particularly proud of. Without trying to give you too much of a gross insight into our lives; our bath plughole became blocked - no doubt by all of Amy's hair, as she malts like a Labrador! Not that I'm likening my gorgeous girlfriend to a dog in the slightest before I get myself into any trouble! I'll just go back to my original point, I have mentioned how much Amy does for me, and how amazing she is, so I try my best to pitch in around our flat as much as possible as she has enough on her plate without having to worry about washing up or what state the bathroom plugholes are in.
I thought I would do one of the gross jobs in our flat so she didn't have to and it turned out to be a blessing in disguise. I poured a load of bleach/cleaning product down the bath plughole to try and clear it but accidentally spilt a load of it all over my right hand. Now as I am right handed, it forced me to have to use my weaker left hand to secure my glasses again or scratch an itch, which might not sound like the most taxing thing in the world, but when your left hand does not respond to the orders your brain is barking at it, it can be difficult at times, so I try and encourage it as much as possible.
It was only by being forced to use my left hand that made me see the improvements.
I have done this in a number of other ways too, without getting you too excited, whenever I am getting dressed, I try my best to use only my left hand to pull up any jeans or trousers legs, depending on whether I am in the office that day or not. I also try and use my left hand to tie my shoe laces, which I now do with almighty pride. Amy still sometimes has to tighten them, but only sometimes, which is a positive!
Every little thing I once took for granted before my injury now means the absolute world to me, so whether it is simply walking down the street without a limp, which feels fantastic by the way, or simply tying my shoelaces, it means so much to me because it reminds me I once could not compete these basic simple tasks.
It is difficult to remember what my left hand was like before my brain injury because I have just got used to the situation now. I guess you could say I never really appreciated my weaker left side/hand as much as I do now. As a journalist, I like to think of myself as a creative person, so I try and asses whether this example has a greater significance or not. All I can come up with is you really don't appreciate something until it is no longer there. Not that I'm saying I have lost my left hand completely, like Luke Skywalker did, but all I am saying is: you don't realise how much you miss something until it is no longer there, or no longer completely fully functioning.
I like to keep reminding myself what the doctors once told me and my family in hospital, which was: there was a chance I would never be able to use my left-hand side at all. So to now be able to walk down the street at all, let alone without a limp, feels amazing.
Without trying to sound too preachy, I hope my latest ramble can encourage anybody to think the same.
So go on fellas; clean the bath plughole for your mrs. You know they more than deserve it.