It didn’t end there PIpp, I won’t spoil the story though…. But yes spending the last two months of pregnancy on crutches is wildly not recommended! The plaster was removed three days before Rosie was born, the day I had to give my ticket to see U2 in Dublin to my friend because I still couldn’t walk and was having (already) so many contractions which completely ruined the utter joy of having my foot free again…
Ah another gem you've written here, Susie! I am transported to the trauma, to the fear, and I feel that enclosing surroundings suffocating me. Beautifully written, my friend!
Thank you Lisha, as I said to Tanya, it was one of the hardest pieces I’ve ever written due the loss of perspective - time literally escaped. I’m so glad you felt that transportation ♥️x
Thanks so much Jo, I assure you your sigh wasn’t as huge as mine by the time this ordeal was over… a few days in hell comes to mind because it didn’t finish there… xx
Massive Thanks Nathan, this was probably the most vivid out of body experience I’ve ever had, and so damn hard to write as it felt. I’m enormously flattered by your words!
You managed to capture that, for sure. I must admit that at first I wasn't sure if I was reading something purely fictional or if it was based on something that actually happened. Then I scrolled back up to the picture again!!
My wife broke her arm quite badly a number of years ago and I have vivid memories of seeing the bone poking out of the skin. I'm happy to say I've never experienced such myself, so I'll stick to reading descriptions ;)
Hmm yes, that picture…. Not the most flattering but better than the only other one I have which involved far too many naked parts and a plastered foot sticking out of a tin bath… :o
There is something of the horror story about seeing bones leave there corporeal place, not least when they are your own or some one you live dearly… it felt like fiction tbh… and definitely not recommended on a personal level!
All these stories for Tanya’s A Cure for Sleep are factual - it’s the rules, 300 words written in the first person.
Thanks again Nathan, maybe you could give it a shot!
It didn’t end there PIpp, I won’t spoil the story though…. But yes spending the last two months of pregnancy on crutches is wildly not recommended! The plaster was removed three days before Rosie was born, the day I had to give my ticket to see U2 in Dublin to my friend because I still couldn’t walk and was having (already) so many contractions which completely ruined the utter joy of having my foot free again…
I’m glad you enjoyed it lovely xxx
Ah another gem you've written here, Susie! I am transported to the trauma, to the fear, and I feel that enclosing surroundings suffocating me. Beautifully written, my friend!
Thank you Lisha, as I said to Tanya, it was one of the hardest pieces I’ve ever written due the loss of perspective - time literally escaped. I’m so glad you felt that transportation ♥️x
It is so important to have these stories told, Susie, and I'm glad you're willing to share yours, particularly because of your way of writing ❤️
Powerful writing, Susie. Thank you!
Thank you Wendy, I am delighted you think so… it was a powerful afternoon! 🙏🏽
"Thank god, "I sighed with relief at the end of your gripping story.
Thanks again for your writing Susie. xx
Thanks so much Jo, I assure you your sigh wasn’t as huge as mine by the time this ordeal was over… a few days in hell comes to mind because it didn’t finish there… xx
Wow, Susie, so vivid and powerful. The reader is placed there and experiences it all!
Love this alliteration: "clamorously clinging to corporeality"
Massive Thanks Nathan, this was probably the most vivid out of body experience I’ve ever had, and so damn hard to write as it felt. I’m enormously flattered by your words!
You managed to capture that, for sure. I must admit that at first I wasn't sure if I was reading something purely fictional or if it was based on something that actually happened. Then I scrolled back up to the picture again!!
My wife broke her arm quite badly a number of years ago and I have vivid memories of seeing the bone poking out of the skin. I'm happy to say I've never experienced such myself, so I'll stick to reading descriptions ;)
Hmm yes, that picture…. Not the most flattering but better than the only other one I have which involved far too many naked parts and a plastered foot sticking out of a tin bath… :o
There is something of the horror story about seeing bones leave there corporeal place, not least when they are your own or some one you live dearly… it felt like fiction tbh… and definitely not recommended on a personal level!
All these stories for Tanya’s A Cure for Sleep are factual - it’s the rules, 300 words written in the first person.
Thanks again Nathan, maybe you could give it a shot!
Ouch (on many levels)!
Definitely Louise, thank you so much for reading!
Ooph, Susie! I think I held my breath all the way through that, your writing is properly captivating. x
Thanks so much - It was an Ouph few days Vanessa, the story didn’t end there…
I’ll save the rest for another post though!
Have a great week lovely… we have no rain forecast here and 20c plus, I’ll believe it when I see it though! X
Well I hardly dare write it, but the sun is gently shining here this morning….!! Xx