This is a beautiful story about a young man named Tim. He is as handsome as the day is light. Timothy was about to experience a grand adventure, and to start he would board an aeroplane in the most peculiar fashion. This was but one of many changes he would come across for the very first time in this most exquisite journey.
The first day of my rehab break, I was woken at 6am to get ready for a 9oclock flight. I encountered a new way of boarding the plane. I was transferred onto an aisle seat, which as you could imagine was rather slim. From there I was lifted onto the seat of the plane. Settling in with a new routine was easier than I thought. The motel (Anglesea Motel) I'll be staying at for a good few months has a nice big lounge suitable for nighttime socialising, which is pretty key. Along the way I met five carers of whom I will choose the team I will go home with.
Wednesday the 28th of October 2009, was a day I had been waiting a long time for. On this day I was fortunate enough to experience the pleasure of my beloved household cat, Fluffy. It had been almost a year since I had seen my 20 year old cat, who had adopted us at my fragile age of 4 and a quarter years old in Whakatane. Flufinufigus ur the one, u make my bathtime so much fun, Ooo flufinufigus I'm awfully fond of you, do scoobady-doooooooo.
On my journey to Hamilton, Mother and Father dearest had been organising a surprise. At 4pm on Thursday with 2 minutes warning, a photographer and journalist arrived at the motel to interview me. After 2 hours of detailed conversation a glorious article was born. It was beautiful. I was stoked that it was very accurate in the way it reflected my story. Mum let it slip about my poker winning, and they latched on to it rather efficiently. This occured hot on the tail of an ever so delightful lunch celebrating Gma's (of the famous G-Unit) 78th birthday. Big ups G dizzle.
As what occurs in most circumstances, the Thursday was followed by a Friday. While I was visiting my good friend Fluffy, Mum thought she would make the most of the opportunity and cook everyone delicious steak and/or salmon for dinner. Joining our family included Aunty Jan and cuzzy bros Sarah and Lucy Dunn. Later in the evening amigo Brad and Co joined me for post dinner drinks. Then we owned some Hoegardens followed by some Southern Comforts with a tinge of lime. Wicked first night on it. Saturday involved more socialising and binge drinking with irresponsible youths.
The last few days simply included more catching up and more settling in. We've now been back at Burwood for nine days, unfortunately on bedrest for some Grade 1 pressure areas. In the next couple of days I'll be back in black.
Three weeks and counting till home time.
So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, good night
Tim
Waikato Times article link below
http://www.stuff.co.nz/waikato-times/news/3017322/Accident-fails-to-dampen-lively-spirit
