Archive for November, 2009

Sunny Sky – Explanation.

Thursday, November 12th, 2009

Thank you to everyone for their wishes and kind comments and email.

I am very pleased to say I am back on the mend and that the work of the physioterrorists is going well.

I wont bore you with the full medical side of things of what got damaged and what went wrong, suffice to say I live to ride another day.

I would not be able to go into the full ins and outs of what happened until the inquest and any other legal proceedings are concluded, but suffice to say that it is an occupational hazard and these things happen.

What I wanted to do was share with you the rather surreal experience I went through having been shot in the chest and the experience of being semi concious.

I am very grateful to the young man who came to my assistance and whose rapid application of a plastic shopping bag and duct tape to my chest wound went a long way to saving my life.

I am also very grateful to the young nurse who brought in her beloved Ipod so might total stranger might listen to some English music.   She thought ti would help me in my comatosed state.  It transpires she is very keen on line dancing (or country as they call it there) and hence all the country music.  She showed me some of her dances and I have to say she was a very slinky little  mover and it was a bugger about the hole in my chest, tubes and drips preventing me really appreciating her performance.

I have to say that what really puzzles me is why the Charlie Winston song popped into my head.  I had never knowingly heard it before and it has taken a great deal of searching by a very good friend of mine beofre we even identified the song and artist.

I have listened to that and to the Johnny Cash version of Desperado and both songs make the hairs stand up on the back of my neck.

Yesterday was the first day I was able to go out really unaided and I went to the local remembrance service.  There seemed to have been some confusion and the local mayor assumed I had been shot whilst on Active service for HMG.  I was received with great affection by those in my commune and I was surprised and touched that there was a bouquet of flowers to be placed at the local war memorial for British troops who had died not just in France but more recently.  There was a card which roughly translated means for “The young English men who died during the great wars in France for France and are now dying so far away to help make the world a better place”.