Okay, I just turned thirty. I’m really a grown up. Five years over what is officially considered ‘youth’. One of my favourite ten year olds informed me that I was ‘three times his age’ as he was teaching me how to use my new laptop … That whole sentence proves that I am approaching senility, doesn’t it?
I’m thinking that when you get past twenty four, it’s just your outsides that age. Your insides are still enjoying the party. I have a new appreciation for plastic surgery, as well as a possessiveness of my own teeth.
Freya
Hospital
Most people with cerebral palsy have had at least some experiences with hospitals. I am of the generation where surgery was the answer to everything. I think that if I were to add it all up, I would have spent about a year of my life in hospital. Medicine and I, we have history.
I had my first hip surgery when I was eight. I remember feeling ripped off as it was either on the day of my birthday, or the day before. I was in a long body cast for about ten weeks, which kinda sucked, but it was okay. My parents snuck a kitten into the ward as a birthday gift. My brothers also came to see me whenever they could. One of my brothers mastered the art of making blow up animals and chicken heads with sterile gloves, a talent he still retains today.
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