The real physical and psychological fallout of a medical misadventure

It’s not easy living with a disability that is as a result of someone’s fuck up. It’s not easy living with the knowledge that no one will ever be held accountable. And its very difficult indeed living in the knowledge that the organisation who’s responsibility ot is to make life better for you actually places very little value on the limb you lost or the trauma caused, either by the original fuck up, or their ongoing poor decision making.

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3 years an amputee – reflections.

Today marks 3 years since I elected to have my left leg amputated below the knee. I can remember that moment being wheeled to surgery. I was looking down at both feet, knowing that one would be gone by the time I came back. I felt massive grief, there in that moment in pre-op. It is indescribable.

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#265 Limb Centre visit – sockets and ankles

It’s hard being an amputee in Nz.. the service is limited to 5 centres nationwide and I’m over 200km away from the closest. Here’s what a day visit to the limb centre is like for me.

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