Wheelchair Rugby

 

I work (for now), I love, I live, I have fun. Just with wheelchairs and drugs and spasms and stuff...

 
12 June 2019

Volunteers to the South-West sir. Thousands of them!

OK, so my recent post missed Invisible Disability Awareness Week by a month. And this one is missing Volunteers Week by a few days. Fortunately I have the catch-all excuse, “I have Multiple Sclerosis”. It’s brilliant, I can blame anything on it. From dropped cups, forgotten names, through jumbled words, random spasms, people rammed with my funky wheelchair to nodding off and snoring, it’s MS… Oh golly, we’re so lucky… Fundraising I don’t know how long this blog is going to be, because all I really want to say is a huge thank you to volunteers everywhere! In August, twelve amazing, hardy souls are swimming from Portsmouth to the Isle of Wight to raise money for two wonderful charities,  https://shift.ms/ […]
15 May 2019

Having carers… Giving in?

Taxi banter Not for the first time in my life, I had a chatty taxi driver this week. And not for the first time, the bloke was nice enough and curious about my disability – though in this case only using it as an intro to be able to talk about his arthritis. I don’t mind, honestly. We all have our challenges. And pain, or worse constant pain, always weighs heavy. And neither do I mind not talking MS. Am happy to explain, happy to put misconceptions wrong, happy above all to laugh at my condition and my frequent mishaps and adventures. But equally happy, nay happier, to listen and talk about other stuff! And not for the last time, […]
5 May 2019

Wheelchair Rugby and Me

Then Once upon a time, in what feels like a galaxy far, far away, I swanned around as a healthy and fit rugby captain, head boy and general fancy pants. All that mattered in life at the weekend was rugby, girls and beer. In assorted order depending on the time of day. And I only fell over because I was tackled or on my fifth pint. Not, as is now the case, because of a progressive illness attacking my central nervous system.   Now Fast forward on my storyline and after a gap of some thirty years I am, at last playing a contact sport again. Wheelchair Rugby. Still known in some countries by its original name, MurderBall (!). And […]