Dignity
My Father taught me a few things, without of course, knowing that he was teaching me in the process thereof. One of them involved my first post university job, or the attempt at landing one.
I Turn Out the Lights and Listen to the Pain
There is a place I go, a not necessarily pleasant place but it is, all the same, necessary that I go there. It’s also, ironically enough, a place of solace. It’s not a beach, a forest, a mountain, or a lake, even though they are places I love.
Lost
When we are young our spirit is to make our own way, to turn our backs on whatever it is that society entreats of us, to collectively thumb our nose and to carry rebellion as a badge of honour, or at least is was back in the day. As a child of the 70’s, I wonder if it’s still that way…
The Patient’s Wife
It commanded my attention searing its way through my chest, its steady rhythm building to an ominous crescendo, the reverberation ricocheting between my ears as it clutched my throat in a vice like grip.
Rehabilitation Exercises
A short video montage, mainly walking, of progress since my surgery.
