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Memories from my first Adventure 2019


Well if a person with a fuked back and two double lung transplants can get off their arse and build a bus , travel around Australia doing bushcraft courses. Think of what a healthy person can do. Hope you enjoy the pictures. I may not be able to remember the names to all he places. These are bringing back a lot of memories that I havent been able to look at for some time. This post started by me looking for a partial tattoo design I wanted to start. There will be lots of cat and dog photos, camp grounds and landscapes.

my set up as I first started off
what my back may look like but with ribs off one side and latin saying “today is a good day to die”.
my co pilot
cat and dog enjoyed the trip
half way across the hay plain
Brisbane
inseperable
SE QLD
why are you disturbing me
northern NSW
walkies?
lismore
sunny spot
mother tree gosford
viking ruins
they were never apart the dog took it hard when the cat passed
mid nsw kangaroos near camp
spotted
not even a growl
they never left my side
the boss
look at the chest 30 kilo female too
always has to touch
always
the first obsidian arrowhead I made
she thought she was a dog
halfway home
riverland
steamboat
millicent SA
what are you doing
they made an entire park of dead red gums looks magnificent
a lot of health issues lately been thinking too much
first camp barrossa valley
may have taken this too far
barrossa landscape
I ended up living under this tree for 18 months during lockdown
the size of the red gums
where I did my 4wd course
first there
sun set near camp
always on me
what my bus used to look like

Blog Update 2

Ive had an exceptional few weeks of medical problems that is. I guess I shouldn’t complain, Ive had a good run for the last four years with little hospital intervention. Friday night I had a fall on a muddy pathway and it felt like I kicked something with my knee on the way down. Lay in the mud for a while waiting on an ambulance. A mate helped me up into an old wheelchair and I managed to make to the shed , out of the weather until pain relief arrived.

75mg of fentonol and 5mg of morphine to get me into the ambulance. After xrays I was released with swelling. No fractures, on crutches. By the morning the pain killers had worn off and I had a pill they had released me with and spent the next few hours trying not to vomit. I hate morphine.

Once again back to the hospital. Thats when the last 5 days of fun began. Funny thing is its taken then CT scans and an ultra sound to diagnose the tear but while I was waiting in the shed after a self examination I told them it was a tear. Not a break I could move everything and too much pain for a bruise and the knee hurt when moved in one direction only.

So back to where we started. Two hours in emergency with no ID bracelet or pain relief Saturday morning. When the doctor finally turned up she didn’t even examine the injury. So to my arguing of saying no to morphine. They just replied it’ll be find. Not to put a canulare in my right wrist because that was the only side I could put any weight on. Itll be fine. Then no the the anti nausea meds because they were using ones that didnt work on me. Pumped it all into me anyway.

Spent two hours vomiting with no nurse buzzer. Throwing things out the cubicle doorway trying to get someones attention. I was disgusted.

Was moved to the ward and spent several days fasting for the tendon on the quad to be reattached. I now have several screws in my knee cap and a very long scar. Another to add to the collection.

One meal a day for three days. Great for a diabetic. Im still being served heavy sugar diet for breakfast.

The third day I cracked the shits and tried to leave the hospital and be transfered to another. The ambulance would not pick me up from my room and they insisted that I sign a wavier against leaving under medical advice. Which I refused to sign until I was in an ambulance.That day I remarkably was slotted in for surgery.

There was some argument about how to put me under and they decided to do an epidural into my spine rather than risk damage to my lungs.

Its now been six days and they still have got my meds chart correct, even after talking to the Pharmacist. Funnily enough they are now talking about transferring me due to the specialist at the hospital that was doing the biopsy is rope-able about me not being taken there in the first place. To commence the two bookings I had made for the shoulder and throat. The second hospital has a larger rehab facility and social work section. Im trying to arrange emergency accommodation, as theres no way I can make it back onto the property where I was staying. Id end up doing the other leg.Lots of endone and targin over the next few weeks. The medical system here is 30 years behind the rest of the country from what I can tell.

For instance. Theres a complaint from a male nurse that Im using my own medications. So the ward manager says I can no longer self dispense. The next morning Im told the hospital doesnt have any of my anti rejection medications and that Ill have to use my own and that it’ll be two days to order them in. As soon as they appear its back to YOU cant do it yourself and yet they are still not supplying the medications required. Its a joke.

The Attitude; I dont know if its just in this hospital or country hospitals or the whole state. For example I asked a nurse to move the food tray so I could use my computer. The response. There will be someone along later to do that.

I get so much grief from mates when they ask about an experience Ive had and I talk about how nice the people are. Thats because there are so few nice people out there now. They just stand out when you meet them.

2nd/June

Seems nurses have been getting trained by the police. If they ignore or I should say not acknowledge you they dont have to do anything. I waited 30 minutes for a nurse for assistance to get to the bathroom and couldn’t wait any longer. They arrived as I had managed to hobble back on the frame as I asked for help getting out my toothbrush etc they walked away.

Later I had asked for endone as the leg ached and had started to bleed. The reply lunch is coming and no acknowledgment to the question and they walked away.

Bed sheets have still not been changed in 7 days. Is this what its like every where. Let me know. Average reaction time to a nurses call buzzer. Depending on shift 20 for night shift 30 to 40 minutes for all other shifts. They must like cleaning up soiled bedding.

No emergency accommodation in the area. Waiting on a transfer to another hospital for the surgical bookings that were a priority before the knee namely the throat biopsy and the meat getting cut out of shoulder that was meant to be done within two weeks and now cant be fitted in till the end of the month. Will have to pick up my old caravan from consignment, take the wheels off to lower it and make a ramp to get in on a walker.

3rd June

Looks like Im being released into an aged care facility. Finding out more later today. Thats the best they can do where food is included and I can have my dog.

Social Workers. I love their attitude. Q how much do you get on the pension. A about a grand a fortnight. OHHH you can afford the $415 per week. Didnt bother to ask how much I had in my bank account. Boarding houses was an option. I said I have a low immune system I cant be around groups of people, I shouldnt even be sharing a hospital room with four other people. Response. Thats ridicules how are you supposed to live and walked out of the room.

This is our medical system, well at least the Victorian medical system. Shocking.

Latest update. Was talking to a specialist at the larger city hospital I was meant to be transferred to and they had been trying to get me there and this hospital has said thats not our plan hes being released into a boarding house with multiple occupants. Crazy. Plotting my escape now and a possible law suit at this stage.

“Law suits and government departments are useless been there done that the paperwork will change to suit the environment.”

4th june

I dont think Ive seen a floor cleaner yet, just did a big clean up of my area of rubbish. some nurses pick up some dont. I had a pile of used towels, sheets, gowns etx and hanged them over my walker to get them out of the chair and made it to the door and asked isnt this stuff picked up or do you have a linen bin. The answer was “its usually dumped on the bathroom floor and picked up from there” . There seems to be no proper procedures in place.

So in ending Im still confused why they just didnt transfer me at the start to a city hospital that could have done the leg, shoulder and throat all at once. Yourd think that cancer in the shoulder and possible throat cancer would have been a larger concern. My surgeons for those procedures are now booked up till the end of the month in this area.

The Secret Of Photography


I think I found the secret to great photography. Spend the day helping out a mate in the bush collecting firewood and get half toasted on 2 different pain killers for back ,legs and shoulders. Then stumble around in the bush finding your way back by the sound of the chainsaw. Taking pictures of anything you think is pretty in a half dazed state. Works for me. Must have taken over 80 photos. Im on a bit of a photography kick lately.

the fog at 7am
just missed this picture the sun came up too high
burnt out stumps look brilliant
cant remember what this moss means
first time seeing this fungi
the dots mean poison has been placed for wild dogs
staffy waiting patiently cant let her out in this area due to baiting

Laughing Gyms


Dont worry mushroom season will be over shortly no more pictures. These were on old cypress stumps. They were in a biodiversity area and I had to ask permission to gain access. Gymnopilus junonius or Laughing Gyms

would have been a good pic other than the shadow

Photograph Practice

Out taking pictures of mushrooms, trees and streams and seeing how the lighting and different angles work. Its very relaxing taking pictures of mushrooms, almost meditation like.

trout and fresh water crayfish in here
burnt out area
some work some dont
had to walk down the hill for this pic, kept driving past and had to get it
angles compared
had never seen these before

Must have taken over 50 photos. Some work and some dont. Some just really appeal and hit the spot. I dont know what half these mushrooms are but its fun, taking the pictures, then researching later to try and identify them.

Blog Update


I haven’t been posting much. Since my stay in hospital a few weeks ago. I have had a CT of my neck and a camera down my throat where they have found a lesion and I have to go back in a couple of weeks for a biopsy. A MRI on my pancreas, waiting for the report. A heart monitor, waiting for report. Had an eco-cardigram cancelled on me for not having the adequate required ventilation system for a high risk patient and need to find another hospital to have it done. A melanoma removed from my shoulder leaving me with a 60mm scar and may have to be referred to a surgeon to have more taken out. Lots of ideas for articles but getting more and more run down and no energy. It seems like Im spending more time in hospitals and doctors surgery’s than at home. By the time Ive helped a mate out with driving to keep his business afloat. I eat takeaway and am in bed by 5pm. Hoping everything will settle down in the next few weeks or Ill be spending even more time in hospitals. Getting lots of pictures of mushrooms I have never seen before but no energy to even try and figure identifying what they are. Xrays of the knees show no arthritis, physio seems to think its some sort of tendonitis.Havent had this many pain killers in a long time I feel like Im perpetually unfocused.

Bushcraft, Disability and Anxiety/Depression

I have a few theories, I would like to share that I havent seem implemented. One was introducing Kali (Stick fighting) into physical rehab. Your twirling a stick around. Its not only great as a passive physical means of rehabilitation for uppe body but also helps to fix the mind when yourve had such mental anguish its difficult to make your mind work and concentrate. The other is to use bushcraft to help with Anxiety and Depression by being outdoors and learning new skills and keeping your hands working all the time. Theres no time to think too much. The third is involving more disabled into bushcraft.

Bushcraft is one thing that no matter what level of disability you have its something you can do and push yourself to be around people and participate in life it boosts self-esteem, helps one feel in control, more confident, create relationships, release endorphins, and feel more independent.

A conversation I had a few days ago with one of my instructors. He said he knew why I did these courses. I replied Im not giving up otherwise Id be sitting around drinking piss all day.

Yourve got to get out there, participate, be part of life, meet people ,learn!

https://bushwalkthegong.com/2017/09/26/depression-anxiety-and-the-outdoors/

Three Of My Favorite Things

Three of my favorite things Trees, History and Jo staffs all combined in the one video by Tom Langhorne on the Fandabi Dozi channel. I usually watch Tom for his insights into staff Fighting something Ive trained in for several years however I also have an interest in history especially Celtic being part mongrel I guess 43% England and Northwestern Europe, 22% Scotland, 22% Ireland, 7% Germanic Europe and 6% Other Regions which would be Spanish among them.

In this video he delves into Celtic history of trees and their uses. The reason Im posting this apart from being an interesting video is that Tom has purchased a 7 acre woodland and is trying to raise funds for it by raffling three handmade Staffs made from Ash, Hazel and Birch.

Fandabi Dozi

Fund Raising till the 25th of the 4th 2022

https://www.tomlanghorne.com/shop

The Toughest Person I Have Ever Met

I have always hanged around special forces types, bikers etc so it might surprise you to hear that the toughest person I ever met was a 14 year old girl.

Around this time of year is a time I start to remember friends Ive lost. June is when I had my first set of lungs put in and I met some great people in hospital who became great friends who have since left us. One person I met was a young girl called Kylie.We had become friends and both had hoses in out throats and talked using white boards.

Before I go too far a little background to help you understand. The first time I had lungs in I was in ICU for 38 days. Some people come out after a week walking talking etc. I wasnt one of those. I was still incubated and my lungs didnt start working after being weaned down on off machines. I had weighed 85 kilo before going in and 60 after woods, It took me all my time just to walk to the door of my room.

I had my respirator blown up on me and had to breath on my own for seven and a half minutes, they were about to start bagging me when they managed to hook me up to the next respirator. I wasnt able to have an epidural due to me back, so I was on a lot of morphine and in daylight for that 38 days. Lets just say I wasnt able to turn off a light for 6 months and had lots of PTSD from my experiences.

The second set I was in ICU for 58 days and was knocked out for most of that thankfully. I came out weighing 50 kilo and took four people to lift me out of bed and couldnt raise my head by myself. I had lost that much muscle. When I finally escaped hospital It took me 2 endone and a six pack of beer to walk the dog around the block. When people say I should write about my experiences this is why I dont and Im leaving a lot out.

So when I say the toughest person I ever met was a 14 year old girl youll now understand when I say it. Kylie spent 9 months in hospital. She had a double lung transplant and was up a week later walking trying to get off a portable respirator. She then had a stroke and was partially paralyzed and was a up a week later walking around trying to get that hose out of her neck. Her kidneys then failed and she had a second transplant from another donor for a kidney and was up a week later exercising her lungs.

This is how tough this kid was and I dont know many adults that could have gone though what she had. So every time I get slack or too tired or in pain I think of her and get off my backside and push myself harder.

When I was stuck in hospital for a month with pneumonia and was too tired to get out of bed I would think of her strength and push myself and do laps of the hallways in my walking frame. Every time I was dragging my arse around with no muscle in my legs from months in ICU I would think of her. When I was on 15 litres of oxygen, I would get the nurses every hour on the hour to turn the oxygen down quarter of a turn to wean myself down and it felt like I was being bagged with a plastic bag over my head for 15 minutes. I would think of Kylie and push myself through it.

So I wanted to share kylies story and maybe it would help someone else to push through their limits of strength as she did for me.

What happened to kylie? A nurse over dosed her on warfarin and she clotted into her lungs and never got back out of ICU. She passed not 30 feet from me. For the 14 short years she spent in this world her strength has carried me through the past 20 years. I dont like letting my friends be forgotten.

What Doesn’t Kill you Makes You Stronger

There are some days where I just cant think of things to write about and then others just from random conversations that make it so I cant stop writing. I had two such conversations in the last few days. The first was with a mushroom lover. Which made me get off my backside.

I forget what started us talking, but it got around to mushrooms and the woman in question said she would never have told anyone about her hobby for taking pictures of mushrooms for fear or being laughed at and it was a death in the family that made her question how she was living her life.

I thought taking pictures of mushrooms was a great hobby and went on to share the courses I knew of that were local involving mushroom ID and growing mushys at home. Besides I can talk about staffys all day long and she used to have a staffy. I think i was in the shop for 45 minutes chatting.

Im leaving out a lot of details because it was a private conversation but it reinforced what I should be doing with my life. Every now and again I get off track.

The second conversation was with a mate who questioned if I was up to doing my level 2 bushcraft course. Mainly because Ive just gotten over two bouts of pneumonia and lost ten kilo of body weight.

My response was . Well for a start good points I was feeling like crap but then again when I got out of my second double lung transplant. Four months in hospital before going home I weighed 50 kilo and was dragging my arse around in a gutter frame. Three months after getting home i started training in three martial arts and it took two years to tell anyone I was going home after training and still using a walking frame then taking an endone and two beers I was in so much pain for the first four months.

Then just beause I am who I am I did a four day stint at the Australian Institute of Sport training with Paul Kale in Kinetic Fighting. Granted I was taking three endone a day to get through it. I think I was about 6 months of of hospital at that time.

So I think at last count I have a screwed left knee, 28 % nerve in my left leg from my back injury, four crushed discs, 15% nerve damage in my right leg from scar tissue in my right groin from having a 90 litre blood transfusion and a 12 inch blood clot, a screwed left shoulder (bone on bone grating), chronic pain from the back shoulder and groin, side effects from my meds to do with my hands, a broken sternum, 65% lung capacity, half my diaphragm doesnt work, been told Ive been terminal more times than I care to count and waiting for my third MRI to clear me from pancreatic cancer. So far Ive spent four years in a wheel chair and 12 years dragging around an oxygen bottle and have a lowered immune system limiting where I can go. Who can forget diabetic from the meds too.

Some days are good and I over do it and love working and spend three days recovering and totally exhausted. Some days I’m flat, some days are great, some days I’m on two different pain killers and a shit load of beer.

Point is “Don’t let shit get in your way of life”.

This picture was hanging on the wall at rehab it means a lot to me
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