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!
I'm Amy’s dad, Steve, and I've been asked to do a blog post as part of the occasional series of guest blogs when Will is too busy (or lazy!) to do one.
Once, when his previous rehabilitation hospital rung Amy to tell her (in error) Will had died, he wonderfully manipulated our regular title for him (“Will-I-Am”) to say he nearly became “Will-I-Was”.
She has also not pursued her singing as much as I would have hoped for her. I’m ever hopeful they might find their way to the south coast, and continue to hope I might be taken aside at some time and be asked to pay for a wedding! But there is a lovely bittersweet aspect to these little sadnesses. They are the run-of-the-mill protests of a dad whose first-born daughter is growing up and leaving him behind rather than the much larger sadness of the last two years.
For the past six months, I have been taking part in a little documentary aimed at promoting a healthy lifestyle and encouraging fitness. But don't worry, I won't get stopped in the street and asked to sign any autographs or anything silly like that. The whole experience has been beneficial to me on many levels.
As I have said before, throughout my recovery, it has been difficult to measure, or see, any progress being made. That is why it is so nice seeing people, like family or friends, who we don't see very often because they always point something out about my recovery, whether that is a physical, or mental, element which I may not have noticed myself.
It was great seeing the final film, mostly because I had forgotten a lot of it, so it was a great way to jog my leaky memory and reconnect a few pathways in the old noggin.
The biggest thing I noticed was how much my walking has improved, as I have said before, with the limp hardly noticeable anymore.
Unfortunately what was also noticeable was how much weight I have put on over the course of the time period - without trying to sound too vain! So a few trips to the gym are definitely needed now before I can think about a career as an underwear model! Only joking!
The whole process was rather surreal I must say, mostly because I, nor my amazing girlfriend Amy, are the sort of people who go in search of any limelight - despite choosing a career as a sports journalist - especially now I have suffered my injury.
But that probably proves my point perfectly; I chose a career where I write about someone else's achievements, and not my own, unless you count this blog - but as I have said before, I use this blog mostly as a chart of my progress so I can look back and learn about the different stages of my recovery because I have a rather leaky memory.
I do try and get to the gym about two or three times a week, I have a feeling that will now increase having seen myself on screen! But as I have learned throughout this process; there are a lot more important things in life!
One of those priorities is my incredible girlfriend Amy, and it was such a nice experience to do together, as a couple. As I have mentioned before, Amy has been absolutely incredible throughout this whole time, and I truly owe her so much.
Hopefully one day I might be able to show the film on here because it made me and Amy cry to see it. It was just a small part of my journey but it was amazing to see it altogether and know I really have come a long way.
In the film, we both mentioned the possibility of training to do a 10k charity run one day - which I will definitely hold Amy to now, because she really hates running, being a south coast girl, who grew up swimming for her local club! I completed a 10k right before my bleed, with a medal (and picture above) to prove it!
So hopefully a few months from now when we complete a 10k, I can look back at this blog post and see another goal achieved. Watch this space....
I have spoken before about how amazing Headway have been throughout my recovery.
Imagine my surprise, and subsequent delight then, when I learned lasagnes don't actually have carrots in them!
I am so grateful to Chris (again, not my cousin), and to Headway, for this tiny gift of independence.
Adjusting to life after a brain injury, it has its ups and downs lets say. Hope you enjoy my ramblings. Will