weebarney
Well-Known Member
That's made me cry.It's not personal choice unless you're a hermit.
Been there, had the stupid accident, thanks to my hat I lived to tell the tale, or as much as I could thanks to the bleed on my brain - its very grounding when one's fifteen year old daughter is calling 999 and discussing her Mum in front of one, and one's twelve year old daughter is fighting her way into the ambulance, add one overhearing two consultants discussing drilling a hole in one's head whilst one's husband and daughter are stood next to one, and for a final bit - the mood swings, the incredible sadness, the inability to get across a road and wanting to sit down on the island bit and just cry because you can't figure out the traffic and your OH having to come and get you, stepping out in front of a black cab (luckily he was more aware!) because one just can't register danger/traffic/speeds.
Hm. Personal choice?