Before anybody says anything - I know! It's been a while since I blogged - or it feels like it has been a while! But I couldn't resist.
Thanks to my incredible fiancée, she has taught me to make the most of any situation and wring positives from life.
Two weekends ago was a great weekend - for different reasons.
It started on Friday night for me by travelling to Northampton to cover three rugby matches at the Singha Premiership Sevens.
It consisted of sitting on the press bench and writing a report on each game, then interviewing the coach afterwards, before sending my stories to my sports editor to publish on our website.
Anyway, enough about me, what is more important is: it was my wonderful fiancée's hen do!
I can never understand, or even comprehend, what it is like to care for someone else - like she does for me - the mere thought of it blows me away every time! Just like she does!
What was so awesome about it - besides seeing a video of my mum doing an alcohol shot, while Amy cheered her on wearing a pink wig - was, from what I hear, the event was typically Amy - including the pink wig!
While us chaps have read, seen or heard horrendous stories of shenanigans on a lady's "last night of freedom", it sounded and looked incredibly classy - just like Amy!
Now, I am not calling her boring - far from it in fact because I already know she's the coolest person I've ever met - hence why I'm marrying her!
For a start there were no male strippers - that I know of!!
Plus we kept in regular text contact and despite Amy supposed to be focusing on herself, she regularly dropped me a line to check if I was okay, or I had taken my epilepsy medication - yet again showing how incredible she is!
Now, you may be thinking: how is this brain-injury related? Let me tell you:
Amy has told me she worries about me nearly every second of the day.
So for her to be on her ACTUAL hen do - focusing on herself for once, enjoying merriment with friends and family - she would still text me to ask if I had taken my medication.
This is probably a good time to repeat myself by telling you how brain injuries don't affect the person who has suffered them.
I hate my brain injury.
I hate my brain injury for what it has done to me - for what it has taken from me - but more importantly, I hate my brain injury for what it has done to Amy - the love of my life - or what it has taken from her.
While I quibble and fret over what my brain injury has done to my career or to friendships, Amy has moved her ENTIRE life to Cheltenham to support me - all while training to be a primary school teacher!
But as Amy and I always try to see the positive in every situation it was a nice opportunity to reflect on how far we have come. This weekend we spent apart and both had fun. It was a nice reminder that we are still individual people, we had fun and nothing went wrong. There were no disasters, no seizures, no nothing. But I have to say life is always better when we're together!
Thanks to my incredible fiancée, she has taught me to make the most of any situation and wring positives from life.
Two weekends ago was a great weekend - for different reasons.
It started on Friday night for me by travelling to Northampton to cover three rugby matches at the Singha Premiership Sevens.
It consisted of sitting on the press bench and writing a report on each game, then interviewing the coach afterwards, before sending my stories to my sports editor to publish on our website.
Anyway, enough about me, what is more important is: it was my wonderful fiancée's hen do!
I can never understand, or even comprehend, what it is like to care for someone else - like she does for me - the mere thought of it blows me away every time! Just like she does!
What was so awesome about it - besides seeing a video of my mum doing an alcohol shot, while Amy cheered her on wearing a pink wig - was, from what I hear, the event was typically Amy - including the pink wig!
While us chaps have read, seen or heard horrendous stories of shenanigans on a lady's "last night of freedom", it sounded and looked incredibly classy - just like Amy!
Now, I am not calling her boring - far from it in fact because I already know she's the coolest person I've ever met - hence why I'm marrying her!
For a start there were no male strippers - that I know of!!
Plus we kept in regular text contact and despite Amy supposed to be focusing on herself, she regularly dropped me a line to check if I was okay, or I had taken my epilepsy medication - yet again showing how incredible she is!
Now, you may be thinking: how is this brain-injury related? Let me tell you:
Amy has told me she worries about me nearly every second of the day.
So for her to be on her ACTUAL hen do - focusing on herself for once, enjoying merriment with friends and family - she would still text me to ask if I had taken my medication.
This is probably a good time to repeat myself by telling you how brain injuries don't affect the person who has suffered them.
I hate my brain injury.
I hate my brain injury for what it has done to me - for what it has taken from me - but more importantly, I hate my brain injury for what it has done to Amy - the love of my life - or what it has taken from her.
While I quibble and fret over what my brain injury has done to my career or to friendships, Amy has moved her ENTIRE life to Cheltenham to support me - all while training to be a primary school teacher!
But as Amy and I always try to see the positive in every situation it was a nice opportunity to reflect on how far we have come. This weekend we spent apart and both had fun. It was a nice reminder that we are still individual people, we had fun and nothing went wrong. There were no disasters, no seizures, no nothing. But I have to say life is always better when we're together!
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