Amy and I have been looking at houses and flats recently, because we are thinking of moving.
We realised we have to clear, organise or collect, all of the belongings in our current flat before we make the move.
I moved into our flat on my own just before my bleed, with Amy moving in when I left hospital. Like everyone else, we seem to have acquired a lot of stuff over this period! Us Woods are notorious hoarders! - which drives Amy nuts!
While rooting through some of it, we found lots of things from my time in hospital and it got me thinking. For a while in hospital, I began a diary, to keep track of events, not knowing I would look back upon these days with curiosity.
Obviously, I cannot remember any of it due to medication I was on, plus damage caused by the bleed, but it really helped jog my memory and reconnect pathways, but most importantly, it gave me an insight into what everyone else in my life was going through at the time.
The biggest thing I took from it all was just how lucky I am. My part in this time was pretty tiny as I was laid out in various hospital beds, recovering, not really "with it", which probably explains the reason for the big block of blanks in my brain.
There was a extremely heartfelt-written card from my friend Nick, who I trained to be a journalist with, and who used to come down most Monday or Friday nights to "babysit" me when Amy was working at Waitrose.
There was also a nice letter from my friend Nathan, or "Tink" as he is best known, because of his last name: Tinker.
These gestures help me piece together the last two years, and without trying to sound big headed, they really made me see how loved I am.
As well as these personal items, there was also pieces of paper where I had attempted to write for the first time after my bleed, which was quite an eyeopening experience, as it showed me the extent of the damage. The results were messier than normal - which is pretty messy - but I've been told messy handwriting is a sign of creativity and I work with words for a living, so that is clearly accurate!
Luckily, my stronger right side was not affected by my bleed, as it occurred on the right side of my brain, which controls the left side of your body.
I've mentioned before - a sentence I've written previously - I struggle seeing progress; seeing my messier-than-normal handwriting helped put things in perspective - because it showed me I struggled to write anything once, whereas now I can - clearly proving progress!
Adjusting to life after a brain injury, it has its ups and downs lets say. Hope you enjoy my ramblings. Will