This morning I got the news I dreaded getting for the last couple of weeks…😔😢 and “although it’s difficult today to see beyond the sorrow, looking back in memory will help comfort us tomorrow”… after I sobbed, I felt the need to write ✍🏼…

You lost your battle this morning, but to me You’re a winner! I met you so unexpectedly, and getting to know you turned to real friendship. It’s so true when they say “you never know when you’re seeing someone for the last time” … if I knew back then I’d hug you so much harder, and tell you so much more… However I am thankful that’s how I’ll remember you. Happy, positive, always smiling amongst so many other things…You brought so much into my life, and taught me so many things. I heard someone saying recently that it’s better to know a person and lose them, than to never know them at all. And it’s so true… I’d always choose meeting you and having you in my life, and go through this terrible pain and sorrow losing you, than never meeting you at all. People are remembered by what they bring into someone’s life, not by what they have. And that’s exactly what you have been doing. This is why the memory of you WILL NEVER DIE ❤️ You have always been telling me that I’ll walk again, I could feel you really believed it. You were always a huge support, my biggest cheerleader! 👭👩‍❤️‍👩 When I met you I knew straight away that I met my angel, and now you’re my angel in heaven 😇🙏🏼. And you know what?! You’ll see me walk, just from a different dimension! (A place where there’s no pain or suffering…) I promise! 💪🏼👣

Thank you for everything!

I’ll always love you and I’ll never forget you, my love for shiatsu won’t ever stop🦋 I know that I’ve met you for a reason! I’m really grateful that I had the pleasure of knowing you. Until we meet again Miss T💕

“A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does the memory and love of our loved ones are sealed inside to comfort us…”

🦋 When You lose someone that you love, You gain an angel that you know 🦋

You will always be a “beach” girl like me 😂❤️ I remember you guiding me through a meditation saying “ I never know if you’re a beach or a forest girl”…


🦠Year 2020🦠

Firstly, I hope you all had a lovely Christmas 🎄! Filled with LOVE 💗 and FAMILY time👨‍👩‍👧, because that’s what this special time really is all about! Let’s not forget that…😇🙏🏼

What a year it has been! 😅🙉 For me personally, not a bad one at all! A year of extreme self development, reflection, awakening, positive changes, and even more time spent with family☺️👨‍👩‍👧. It was also a year of blogging about my brain injury and my journey. I can officially say I completed ✅ presenting my voyage from the start, going back to the end of year 2015-when it all began, and finishing on the current year (where I’m today on this tough ride🙉🙋🏻‍♀️💁🏻‍♀️). Wow 🤩 5 years of my life shrunk down in blog posts😅…well in a nutshell 🥜🤣!

I’ve learnt a lot this year! Definitely upgraded my overall knowledge. I started the lokomat therapy, a Diploma Course in a subject that I’m passionate about, but most importantly I left Orwell for good!😌 I know of people who changed careers, started doing different things, changed themselves, overall just made decisions they probably wouldn’t have made if this year wasn’t like it was. So as I say; everything happens for a reason”. Yet again this statement proves itself to be true…💯! Because of all this madness, I was spending more and more time at home, it really opened my eyes 👀 and my parents’ eyes 👀. The lokomat therapy became my routine since September, and that added to our decision. At the end of the day mental health 🧘🏻‍♀️is very important! Once everything is healthy & straight in your head, you’ve the strength required to keep fighting! 👊🏼💪🏼👣

This year I learnt a lot about how this world really works and how we’re being lied to left, right & centre! 2020 assured me that media of any kind, be it tv, radio, social media platforms…were all just created to brainwash people 🤯 “repeat a lie often enough and people will believe it”. There’s “programmes” on tv, and it’s not just a coincidence why they were named as such😅🙄, their main purpose is to “programme” us! Literally. 🤨🤖 like robots 🤖.

My mum just told me a few days ago about reading this saying somewhere: Brainwash yourself before the world does it for you- Very smart words! I thought 🥰 That’s why listening to something inspirational, like affirmations over and over again becomes your truth. It’s installed in your brain 🧠. Very useful tool 🤩‼️I’m controlling what goes in, instead of letting others do it for me🥰⬇️.

just an example ⬆️ 🌟 Law of attraction 🌟

I’ve seen this saying recently and I can’t agree more! 💯⬇️

DIET- More Than Just Food.

I was just telling my parents the other day that yes this year is specific and yes it’s absolutely crazy 🙄 (I won’t comment what I think of it🤐), but we’ve been living like it’s no different to any other year… I’m kind of in my own little world/cocoon 🐛🦋 to be specific. Just doing my own thing, continuing the usual routine..blogging, physiotherapy and definitely not following (stupid & illogical) rules. 🤗

🦋 When rules are too stupid to follow, a Rebellion rises 🦋

I was thinking for the past few weeks, to be exact since October/November about starting a new project. Very quickly the idea of a new blog came to me. I knew straight away what subject it’d be on, since I’m so passionate about it, and started college to upgrade my knowledge also🤓🧐. I started working on it back then, writing, researching, brainstorming and thinking about it all. I’ve to say it’s keeping me very busy! So yeah, watch this space! 😉😜💁🏻‍♀️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️ (I even have a logo) 😍 #excited

I believe that the natural/alternative ways are the future. Food & lifestyle being the core of health. Very often conventional medicine hasn’t much to offer, in many situations. Therefore educating yourself by reading (I’ll do the hard work for you-the research 🔬) is very important. I remember when I was a resident in a nursing home (and absolutely hated the food most of the time, as mentioned in my previous post) I just asked one question: “do we have a nutritionist here?” fair question, right? Well when I got the answer: “All our menus are reviewed by a nutritionist”, I had no further questions. Nothing to add. I’m leaving this one without a comment also 🤐. I’ll just give you some food for thought 💭… We believe/trust people “in the white coats” in everything and anything they might say, because they have the knowledge, they’re professionals at what they do, their authority and competency makes them believable? Without any limits! Aren’t we foolish thinking that someone else will take care of us/wants the best for us? 🤔 I’ll just make one comment here. This “pandemic” isn’t about protecting our health. We’re ruled by psychopaths. Full stop.

🦋 Think for yourself. Trust your own intuition. Another’s mind isn’t walking your journey-YOU ARE! 🦋



This is not the end of My Journey To Recovery…far from it 👣! This is just the start of another project, a new adventure on my journey that started 5 years ago and brought me here 💁🏻‍♀️ It’s funny how different experiences in life put you on certain paths…

🦋 And suddenly you know it’s time to start something new. Trust the magic of new beginnings 🦋

Happy New Year! 🥳🥂 12 NEW chapters, 365 NEW chances ~Klaudia.

🦋 For last year’s words belong to last year’s language. And next year’s words await a new voice… 🦋

Ending 2020 in style 👊🏼💪🏼👣

Motivational board ✍🏼👩🏻‍🏫

As I mentioned before, and as you probably noticed yourself by now I love quotes😍 it’s an obsession really 🤪😅😂, ah no! Completely seriously reading quotes was one way of keeping myself going from the beginning of this journey.

When in really bad circumstances like I was, and with so much time to (over)think🤯and (over)analyse🤯 as a wheelchair bound, nursing home resident, having a good way of motivating yourself and staying positive is essential! As I mentioned in my previous posts, videos/books/successfull recovery stories, etc., and quotes of course were my way of keeping up the hope and not giving up, staying strong💪🏼. It was my way of staying sane really, still is to this day… 🧘🏻‍♀️

Everytime I’d feel low, and believe me that was happening, even though it might not seem that way sometimes…we’re just humans, and bad days would creep in 🤷🏻‍♀️. I choose positive thinking throughout my journey, so I’d always try my best not to let any negativity into my life. However it’s just unavoidable and bound to happen. On such days I’d often look at motivational/inspirational quotes online to lift up my spirits. And it worked! 🤗 Still does…ALWAYS!

One day I came up with this idea of making a board for my bedroom wall, so I could have that to look at during the day, while sitting in my room 🦽. I’d have motivational quotes written on it.
Not wasting any time I talked to my Occupational Therapist (OT) about it, and we discussed how we would make it, what we needed etc. We made a plan that we would use a white board and paint around it, 👩🏻‍🎨🎨🖼 since I love pink that’s the colour I went for and my OT also got sparkles ✨😍. When I think about it now I actually never liked pink colour for some reason, and now it really grew on me, I could go as far as saying it’s one of my favourite 😯🤭🥰! When my motivational board was ready we came up with an idea that I’d choose quotes, and write ✍🏼 them on the board myself every week. Motivation and also practicing my writing skills 🙌🏼👌🏼. Genius idea!

Bare in mind that first time in my life I was writing with my left (functional) hand ✍🏼✋🏼. My left arm is functional, yet still not a 100%, so the writing is shaky and not very nice, but legible 👍🏼✅ that’s what counts! Unfortunately my right (dominant) hand 🤚🏼isn’t functional YET! I’m working on it! 👊🏼💪🏼and when I’m finished I’ll be a leftie and a righty also 👐🏼💁🏻‍♀️ #unique #multitasking 😜

I’d like to take this opportunity to thank my lovely OT for working with me since I was admitted there! Always there for me, always helpful, wrapping my Christmas presents 🎁, helping me decorate my bedroom wall, baking cookies 🍪, painting my nails 💅🏻, chatting about Grace & Frankie on Netflix (our favourite series, also Friends-a classic 👌🏼), making predictions about a Great British Bake Off winner 🧁, but most importantly always being a great company! Every time we chatted we would laugh like crazy 😅, making jokes, or just reminiscing about the times when we were in school (since we were very similar age). Often I couldn’t catch my breath 🙉🤣. Things like Bebo 😂 (before Facebook), popular music back then (Cascada 🙈🙉🙊)…. very funny memories. I’ll never forget them 🦈Miss K🦈 (you know well why I chose a shark😜) 💚🌻

Growing up in the 90’s 🆚 now 👇🏼

Writing the above just reminded me about all those things we laughed at, the main subject seemed to be the difference between being a teenager back then (growing up in the 90’s) versus now 🙉🙈. I actually laughed so hard 😅😂🤣 looking at some of the memes online- they’re ALL so true 💯, I just chose these three to give you a laugh! ⬇️

Coming back to my motivational board, this was the last quote I had written before leaving Orwell, and it stayed on it the longest! (for weeks and weeks) 👇🏼

One of the girls that was taking care of me from the beginning, (back in 2017) when I was admitted left for a new job. On her last day in work she wrote this on my board 👇🏼 Thank you for everything Miss S💜🌻, you’ve always believed in me and cheered me on! I really appreciate your kind words, I’ll keep going! 💪🏼 you know that! 😘

Few days after, my psychologist added this little comment👇🏼. Thank you for everything also Miss A💜🌻, I want you to know that you’re a brilliant therapist and you have taught me a lot! I’ll never forget you! I started blogging thanks to your little nudge 😉 (And I WILL! 👊🏼💪🏼👣) 👇🏼

I really like this particular quote and it stayed on my board the longest, because of the special additions 😍. I wiped it off just a few days ago, when I officially left. But I have a picture, so I’ll never forget…#memories

This just makes me realise that there’s one good thing about me ending up there (everything happens for a reason). It was a part of my journey, where I’ve met and worked with some amazing people. People who encouraged me, cheered me on and believed in me! Hugged me when I cried 🧸, took care of me, supported me, spoke kind words, added something valuable to my life…. #grateful. Those people I’ll not forget. Ever. ☺️I’m officially closing the nursing home (resident) chapter! 🔒

I’m ready to face the next one! 💁🏻‍♀️ (Next Please!)

🦋🎊🤶🏻💁🏻‍♀️🎄 Merry Christmas! 🎄💁🏻‍♀️🤶🏻🎊🦋

NOT SO Secret Santa 2020 🤶🏻🤶🏻🤶🏻🤶🏻🤶🏻🤶🏻

🦋 Donations 🦋

I’m fundraising for lokomat therapy, which I’m now doing 3 times per week 💪👣. Thank you all in advance for supporting me and my creative work! 💕 Klaudia🤗🦋



🦋 Make a conscious effort to surround yourself with, positive, nourishing and uplifting people. People who believe in you, encourage you to go after your dreams, and applaud your victories 🦋

Nursing home resident

After NRH, I was officially a nursing home resident 🙄🤦🏻‍♀️. The only time I was looking forward to was Friday, as I’d always go home for the weekend 😌👨‍👩‍👧🏠.

One thing that I absolutely hated there was the food 🥴🤢. I’ll describe it in just three simple words: bland👎🏼, overcooked👎🏼, and repetitive👎🏼. I’m a huge foodie, but I like good food. Good variety, good quality, organic, seasonal, with many different herbs and spices😋🤤 (garlic is a must🧄😉). I think vegetables should always be just blanched, to still have a crunch and a taste, with most vitamins preserved inside. I wouldn’t say that’s too much to ask…? I’m not picky when it comes to the range of food products, but I just like healthy food that isn’t boring. That would be the simplest way to put it. I eat everything really I just choose not to eat certain foods, or choose one over the other, for example brown rice instead of white, because I’m health conscious💁🏻‍♀️. That reminds me of a quote saying that you should treat your body as if it was a temple 🧘🏻‍♀️👇🏼

🦋 Your body is a Temple, not a drive through 🦋

Wayne Dwyer

The vegetables served were just a mush🥴🤦🏻‍♀️ you could see it especially with broccoli 🥦, on the plate it was barely still green in colour, you didn’t even need to chew it, absolutely zero taste🤢👎🏼, and I’d say if you were to pick it up off the plate it’d probably just fall into a million pieces 🙉. Just like that. Actually you wouldn’t even be able to pick it up, because it’d fall back onto the plate straight away, before you were able to lift the fork🙉😂🤦🏻‍♀️. Seriously. Like it has fallen off my fork multiple times 😂🙄, no grip, a spoon would be a better choice here!
Initially I’d just accept it and stay quiet, not wanting to cause any trouble, nor to hurt anyone (which I know now was a huge mistake). I disrespected my needs and wants, because I didn’t want to seem problematic, or perhaps hurt someone. Then I started ordering brown rice instead of white (small steps), before I started voicing my thoughts at resident’s meetings. Probably because I’ve reached a certain limit of frustration by then…😩🤷🏻‍♀️ when I was getting white rice again and again, despite my requests. Anyway to cut a long story short, I was repeating myself at the meetings with unfortunately no changes, and a continued disappointment. When I’d go home every Friday I’d enjoy the food and drinks. Homemade bread 🍞 made from scratch (by dad❤️), chocolate avocado 🍫🥑 mousse (made by mum❤️). Most of you are probably thinking chocolate + avocado?😲 How does that taste? Well..honestly? It’s the most amazing combination (cocoa powder + avocados + coconut milk + maple syrup + dark chocolate chips) 😋🤤👌🏼. Prawns 🍤 with a glass of wine 🍷 was my favourite treat 🥰👌🏼 and still is. People closest to me know how I adore prawns 🙉🥰😂. Eating what I was in the mood for, and a huge variety was what I lived for, compared to Orwell’s menu=same choices every single week, I actually knew it off by heart🙄. Never to mention the chips, the mixed grills, the lack of anything raw 🤦🏻‍♀️ Disaster! In a brain injury unit? Where people are in an active rehabilitation to get better…wow🤨! So yeah going home was like breaking free from prison!

but it wasn’t just the food I was looking forward to, if you’re wondering 😂🙉😅 I’m not that bad! Friends coming over, evening games & quizzes with my parents, having some drinks, just being comfortable in my own environment, surrounded by loved ones!😌👨‍👩‍👧

Being a quadriplegic (all four limbs affected by stroke) patient in a hospital you lose all the dignity 🤷🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️, it basically goes out the window 🪟. So exactly that happened for me back in October 2015. Being a nursing home resident is no different… and they didn’t make it any easier on me, constantly moving staff around (just as I got used to them) and employing new carers. That huge turnover was very frustrating, I had no choice but to get used to it. That lack of independence was probably the worst thing for me, especially that I used to be very independent before the injury, and I hate asking for help 🤦🏻‍♀️ always hated it! If I could do some things by myself and not depend on carers then living there wouldn’t be as bad. Unfortunately for me, it was a very unpleasant experience…
One of the things I was really lucky about was that the girls taking care of me were mostly young (similar age to me, or younger). We used to chat about everything that you’d chat about with your friends at that age, so clothes, make up, tv series like Love Island 🏝😅🙉😂 (I know…! Trash tv, but addictive, and something to gossip about), Netflix series, and boys of course! 🤫🤭😜. So the atmosphere wasn’t clinical, thank god! 😇🙏, or I’d go mad🤯. After my showers they’d blow dry my hair, sometimes paint my nails 💅🏻, or do my makeup 💄 for going home, or even organising an odd SPA day with a face mask etc. And not the face mask that we’re all familiar with nowadays 🙄😷😂 I mean an actual beauty treatment 🥰. Thank you girls for taking care of me! 💕🌹 Later they employed a new activity girl, so she’d always come into my room for a chat, also do my hair/makeup/nails, organise games (poker tournament would be my favourite), but most of all she was Spanish 🇪🇸💃, and since I’m learning Spanish, and absolutely love the language 🥰 (and everything else about Spain) it was a great opportunity to practice a little 🗣. Gracias señora P💛🌻 (you know who you are!)

🦋 Never say “that wouldn’t happen to me”. Life has a funny way of proving us wrong 🦋

I tried keeping busy throughout the days, watching videos, Netflix, reading books 📚 etc., but sometimes I would pause ⏸, look around me 👀, and think 💭… “is this really my life now?” “How is this possible?” Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine myself in such a diar situation 😩… dependent on others, wheelchair bound, and a nursing home resident? 😧, but then I’d just snap back thinking-“this is temporary!” “This isn’t how my story ends!” “I didn’t come this far, to just come this far.” 👊🏼💪🏼👣

🦋 Sometimes the bad things that happen in our lives put us directly on the path to the best things that will ever happen to us 🦋

I’ve said multiple times, that probably the only thing that kept me there for so long was the Physiotherapy. I was happy to have it every day, but most importantly with my physiotherapist (who I’ve worked with from the beginning), and who knew well of the goals I was working towards. He was very positive and patient, believed in me and my potential so that felt great! 😌 It’s so important to have that bond and understanding with your therapist, to be successful in your recovery! 🤗

One day in August 2019, after experiencing a specific situation I decided to make an official complaint. I had to wait for the complaint manager, or someone from management to come and see me first. So i kept bringing it up with the floor staff regularly, however nothing was happening 🙄. Days were passing by, then weeks, then months… Finally I brought this up with my psychologist at Orwell, she could see my frustration building up, and became involved. She was an advocate, acting on my behalf, since I couldn’t just walk up to their offices (which I’d most certainly do if I was able to walk😞🙄). She was reminding the complaint manager and management about me weekly, always getting the same reply: “someone will come speak to Klaudia soon”. I had psychology sessions every week and every time she entered my room she’d ask me: “any update?”, my response would be : “no” 😫, each time! It’s nearly year 2021, I have left Orwell now, and do you think anyone ever approached or contacted me about this? Nothing annoys me more than being ignored. Especially being a wheelchair user, I see this a lot! Others treat you as if you’re less able, or perhaps deserve less? 😒😠! To be completely honest I already forgot about the situation I wanted to complain about, and made my piece with it, but how I was treated, or should I say mistreated is the thing I’m now concerned about…(it’s all about Respect, which I think EVERYBODY deserves? Correct me if I’m wrong!)

🦋 “When you hear the word ‘disabled,’ people immediately think about people who can’t walk or talk or do everything that people take for granted. Now, I take nothing for granted. But I find the real disability is people who can’t find joy in life and are bitter…” 🦋

I think this is where I’ll stop writing about my journey with the nursing home. Been there done that ✅. I’m happy that I can officially say I’ve “escaped” 🏃🏻‍♀️…🙌🏼🤗

🦋 I trust the next chapter, because I know the author. 🦋

On the subject of Next Chapter… 📖 Last week, while driving home in the car from lokomat therapy me and my dad were listening to the radio 📻. When this song came on, I listened to the lyrics throughly, and honestly I got goosebumps all over my body…👇🏼Really got me thinking 💭…

It’s okay not to be okay!

When I got back home that evening, I felt very intrigued, feeling the need to research the song and what it was about. I had to watch this, because this is the video that was going viral years ago, when I moved here. From then on his career was going up and up, until it hit the roof 👇🏼

After hearing both and putting it all together, it really hit me hard! While searching YouTube I stumbled upon his documentary called “The Next Chapter”-really recommend it. He’s yet another survivor, giving hope🍀, proving that you can hit rock bottom, and still pull yourself back up… I liked his voice as a teenager, but was never really mad about him. I remember all the young girls screaming and pulling their hairs out at his concerts🤯😅. Sleeping outside shops to get tickets to his concerts🙉😂 absolute madness-The Bieber Fever🤯😅.
Today I feel like his lyrics are coming from the heart, seem authentic…they really have a meaning, and an important message. Many will relate to him, even me in a way… Now after battling his depression & drug addiction, and having a successful recovery he can really enjoy his career. It’ll hit another level, because he went through something tough in life, and has a story to tell. One with the happy ending! That we all love👌🏼😍 I’ve listened to this song multiple times that evening, no kidding! 🤷🏻‍♀️🙉 maybe I got The Bieber fever 🤒? 😅😂🤣

🦋 Remember that life’s greatest lessons are usually learned at the worst times and from the worst mistakes 🦋

Mentioning Justin Bieber and his story, made me think that I have to attach this quote I love (here) from Jim Carey 👇🏼 It’s just a perfect example of this 👌🏼👇🏼


🦋 Donations 🦋

I’m fundraising for lokomat therapy, which I’m now doing 3 times per week 💪👣. Thank you all in advance for supporting me and my creative work! 💕 Klaudia🤗🦋


“Common sense is not so common” 🙄🤦🏻‍♀️


“Common sense is not so common” is probably one of the truest statements. I’ve experienced this a lot throughout my journey 🤦🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ unfortunately. I’ve always heard people talk about it, but I didn’t fully understand it, or experienced it in such extent. Well! I do now🙄


They’re the kind of situations that if I tell you, you probably won’t believe me, because you’d have to be there and see it for yourself to believe it. You would think that I’m crazy, or that it’s impossible🙄😂. I’m just going to give a few examples in this post, because if I tried telling you about every single episode I’ve experienced this, that’d have to be the main subject of my blog, which I’m writing for nearly a year now. Wow🤩! That flew😅! But I’m getting closer and closer to the present moment, so we can say it has taken me a year of blogging to tell my story ✍️ in a nutshell 🥜🙉🙈.

One evening a carer came into my room, after I rang my bell for assistance. “Hi. I would like to brush my teeth” … you won’t believe his question: “what do you need to brush your teeth?”… 🙄🤦🏻‍♀️ Emmm, I literally asked “what do you need to you brush your teeth?” 😅🤔😂 he then replied: a toothbrush with toothpaste, some water in a cup and a towel… “well, I need the same”. Isn’t that so straight forward? It’s a given really, we all brush our teeth in the same way? I thought it’d be, but wait it gets better 😱🙄🤣, he asks me where do I find these things? 🙄🤦🏻‍♀️ Emmmm, in my head I think, fu**** kitchen, seriously 🙉🙈…

but instead I politely replied “in my bathroom, over the sink” 🦷🪥

Another funny situation worth mentioning 🙉😂 is when a nurse assisted me during lunch, and I asked for my supplements, vitamin C to be more specific. I had a special holder on the side table with all my teas and supplements neatly stacked. She was going through the bottles, and do you know what she asked me? Which one is it 🙉🤦🏻‍♀️ Emmm, “an orange tube that (clearly) says vitamin C on it?!” I didn’t actually use the word “clearly”, because I didn’t want to seem rude, but I thought it…seriously what would you do?!


There was so many similar situations, I can’t actually recall them all, but I dealt with at least once a day. Really! usually more! I couldn’t stop wondering how people can actually do that. Explaining some of those would be too long and too hard, so I just gave you some easier examples. One of the bigger problems I was dealing with as a resident there was that carers would 8 out of 10 times put my feet in the wrong place on the standing turner (that I’m still using for transfers today) before I stood up. Either too wide apart, too close together, or overall one facing left, the other right. Disaster 😫! I always wondered how people that went through ABI (acquired brain injury) training specifically couldn’t tell that my feet were in the wrong position🤷🏻‍♀️. Even when you think how you stand (again common sense), you don’t require any training for that 👣. Feet have to be wider apart obviously, you don’t stand up with your feet joined together, do you?!🙉🙈, feet just under your knees, feet straight, it’s that simple, and the right positioning made all the difference (influencing how long I could stay in a standing position), most importantly for safety… I was repeating myself every time, guiding people step by step, nearly every time, but it was just like talking to a wall. I found that people either don’t listen, or choose not to. It was so frustrating that most nights I couldn’t fall asleep, thinking about it for ages! 🤯 Funny anecdote actually, now that I’m home and my dad helps me with all the transfers, I often forget that he knows well how to do it, but I keep guiding him, repeating myself, “you’ve to move this first and then bring in the turner” for example…and he laughs and says: hey! I know this! 😂😅🙈. I remember hearing it from the girls (carers) who looked after me regularly as well🤦🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️. I’m just programmed to guide people who help me (never trusting anyone to do it right-again that’s just from experience), because I used to do it being a resident in Orwell for 3 years. 😂🤭I have to shut up! 🙉🤐😂

🦋 Being honest will not get you a lot of friends, but it’ll get you the right ones 🦋 ~John Lennon

I’d end up like this guy if I just waited 👆😂🤷🏻‍♀️. So after brainstorming all night in Orwell, I came up with a solution. I’d ask my physiotherapist to place my feet in the right position for standing on the standing turner platform, use a marker, and mark around my feet 👣. That morning I asked him to do that, surely now whoever is helping me would definitely put my feet inside the traced footprints🦶🏼, this couldn’t not work, you’d think… I’ll probably surprise you, but it didn’t for everyone! Some people would place my feet outside the clearly drawn footprints, and ask me if that’s okay? 😱 seriously… just as I thought things couldn’t get any worse. I was stunned, thinking did she really just ask me that🙄😱, or am I going crazy?! 🤔🤯, how can you put something outside of clearly drawn lines and not see that it’s not in the right place?! 🤷🏻‍♀️ I’ll never forget looking down seeing my feet on the standing turner platform with the traced footprints to the sides, thinking to myself how? Like how can you ask me if that’s okay?, when it’s so obviously not inside the imprints? 🤷🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️ I’ll never know…

My modified standing turner 👆with marker traced footprints and added knee placement indications

Rant over😂😜🙉🙈🙊! I had to pour my frustration out “on paper” ✍️. I have to admit that back in that moment, when experiencing these situations, I felt very frustrated and annoyed, sometimes even angry 😤🤯, but now looking back I can just laugh at it 🤷🏻‍♀️😂. I have a definite moral of the story, the saying common sense isn’t so common” is one of the truest statements ever! 💯 I’m talking from experience 🙄🤦🏻‍♀️. This year especially 🦠2020🦠 just reassured me in this 🤦🏻‍♀️👇🏼

👆That’s exactly how I feel about this “pandemic”, so I thought I’d add it here for a laugh😂 and it’s on the subject! #CommonSense. Please don’t be offended, it’s just for a laugh!

Steering a little bit away from the subject, one afternoon I rang my bell asking for a cup of coffee☕️. No milk, no sugar (I try to stay away from dairy, and I don’t use sugar). It was a nurse 👩‍⚕️, I won’t ever forget her surprised face expression: no milk😳🤔? You don’t drink milk? 😱, “No. Just black please”. Where do you get your calcium? 🦴💪When I answered her, she looked at me as if I had 3 heads 😳⬅️ literally her face expression. 😅😂 When I was writing NO milk, NO sugar I was reminded of a funny scene from my favourite tv show 😂😂😂👇🏼👇🏼👇🏼

NO fat, NO sugar, No dairy=NO good! 🤣🤣🤣

I’d rather be honest than impressive, this is why I always say how it really is (no matter how brutal 🤷🏻‍♀️), that’s one of the things that changed about me throughout this journey- I learnt to really speak up (well I try my best in real life-work in progress. On my blog it’s easier because it’s in writing, I’m as honest and as transparent as I can be here💁🏻‍♀️). I recently read in a book that encourages taking an action when you’re not satisfied, that actually it’s an act of self-love. How many times did you think to yourself, oh I won’t tell this person how I really feel, or someone was slipping in school/work, when you were working on a project, basically not putting any work and ignoring you and your team mates. You’d feel guilty reporting them, right?! Most of us have this nature where we think- I’ll just ignore the fact that I’m unhappy, and be nice. I don’t want them to think badly about me (so I just won’t say anything). Or when we’re dealing with a loved one, maybe it’s a situation where their diet/nutrition has a bad effect on them and maybe they’re already dealing with an illness? Would you feel guilty saying something? Perhaps afraid of hurting them? Is caring and wanting an improvement such a bad thing? …🤔 Why are we so afraid of telling the truth?

👆 Taken from a book “Good vibes, Good life” by Vex King 👆

Anyway going back to the coffee situation. My answer was exactly how my current lecturer explained dairy intake in a lecture on Skeletal System (video attached below)👇. The nurse, as I said just smiled sarcastically and looked at me as if I was crazy, saying, “That’s not what I was taught, they’d have to change all the books we learnt from”… in my head I thought well I’m sorry to disappoint, but that’s in fact exactly what needs to happen, but wanting to be polite, I just smiled and said: “Milk isn’t a great source of calcium, in fact it actually leaches calcium away from our bones”. Isn’t it ironic? Were we not always told to drink milk for strong bones? (🇵🇱Pij mleko będziesz Wielki!). Remember all the tv advertisements about drinking milk to grow up strong and healthy? 💪🏼🙄😂 Logically thinking a cow gives birth to a calf, automatically producing food for it, in the form of milk, just like a woman to her baby👶🏻🍼. That cow’s milk is specifically designed for the calf, and contains all the required hormones, fat and proteins mainly. Think about it… just in a few months time this calf grows to be this huge cow 🐄. That’s right! HUGE.
I don’t exactly remember where I watched it (since I watch so many documentaries), but a doctor described a study that was carried out on dairy products in the diet, and the results were shocking😱🤯. Individuals that had the lowest dairy intake 🥛 had suffered the least amount of hip fractures. 😳 Isn’t that a contradiction to what we’ve always been told/taught? I’ll let you have a think about this yourself…

☝🏼 That’s just another proof that we’re taught lies from every direction. Did you know that when a person goes through medical school to become a doctor, they get about 20-25 hours of education in nutrition? (There’s scientific research on this, check yourself!) Isn’t nutrition the essence of health/treating an illness? I seriously think that the world is upside down. Doctors like; Mark Hyman, Zach Bush, Neal Barnard or Professor T. Collin Campbell (famous for China Study), are just some examples of practitioners who understand the importance of nutrition, and decided to upgrade their knowledge about the subject to become better professionals 🍏👨🏻‍⚕️. Drhyman.com is a great website, really recommend to check it out! 👇🏼


I realise how I touch on more than one subject in a single post, but I write and I go where it takes me 🌊 🤷🏻‍♀️. Naturally when I write ✍🏼 I think of more and more things in my head🤯, so I’ve to share straight away. I’m hoping that maybe something I mention will interest you, perhaps you can find some useful material here on my blog. I tend to steer a lot towards nutrition🙉🙈, but that’s because I’m so passionate about it 🥰! I always do research on the subject, watch videos/documentaries, read books/blogs, so I’m very happy to share, and recommend some resources. Hence I mention Dr Mark Hyman ☝🏼 Enjoy! 🦋☺️

“ If you are not your own doctor you’re a fool”



Check out my mum’s new website 👇🏼. A newly qualified herbalist/iridologist/nutritionist, that I really recommend if you’re having any problems with health👌🏼, again I’m talking from experience (not because she’s my mother). I love having my own private alternative medicine consultant at home 🙌👭👩‍❤️‍👩. I’m really lucky 🍀. Anytime I need advice, or feel unwell 🤧🤕🤒 she’s here to help, and most importantly herbs & nutrition work! 💯 She’s a professional that really believes in the quote above ☝🏼 from Hippocrates, being very passionate about guiding clients onto a self-healing path! 🧘🏻‍♂️🧘🏻‍♀️


I quote her 👇🏼

Idea Of Herbal Energetics-I am treating the underlying imbalance in the body, based on herbal energetics, and using a very non-medical model way of thinking.Matching the herb to the person, instead of trying to treat a disease, is the essence. I am not  focusing on treating an illness, instead I try to assist people to rebuild their strength, and balance”

☝🏼👌🏼 Treating a client as a whole, instead of treating just the disease. I remember my mum doing a few consultations throughout college to have case studies. Every initial consultation lasted about 2hours. 😳 I’m serious! Sitting down with an individual, asking questions to get an overall picture (not just physical but also mental). Only then you can try and help them.This is the main difference between conventional and alternative medicine.

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Lastly I’m leaving you with this very inspirational and valuable video + a very powerful quote! 👌🏼🥰👇🏼 Enjoy! 😇🙏

💯💯💯! Jim Carey apologises for his straight up (bad) language 🤭🤫 He’s just a very honest individual…🤗😅

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Orwell Private

Back in my country 🇵🇱, a nursing home is a place for old people that either want to go there, or don’t have any other choice. I never thought I would end up here, even as an old person I wouldn’t want to. It was a nightmare 😩. Life can change just like that, with a click of a finger. I went from this active, happy, independent young girl 💁🏻‍♀️ to a wheelchair bound nursing home resident🤦🏻‍♀️😱. I led a busy life, with a full time job, volleyball trainings and matches, juggling family, friends & boyfriend. I absolutely loved socialising and going out, my friends and family would describe me as “the life of a party”. Always first on the dance floor 💃, up for trying new things, never really home 🤷🏻‍♀️…from all that to a nursing home at the age of JUST 25 (at the time) 🤦🏻‍♀️ that’s a definition of a life-changing event! But I’m way past the point of wondering why me? what if? or what would my life look like if this never happened, because there really is no point. It happened and I cannot change that, so I accepted it and I’m just going to keep fighting to get back up on my feet 👊💪👣.

Admission-7th of March 2017 🇮🇪

I remember this day very clearly. I was transferring to yet another new place, scared, nervous 😥, not knowing what to expect… In Ireland, there’s nowhere to go after being a patient at the National Rehabilitation Hospital (NRH), only a nursing home. Very sad, but that’s the reality for people like me, who sustained a brain injury and of course need further rehabilitation, as well as a full-time care. I was really lucky to get a place in Orwell 🍀, when you enter the building straight away you can see that it’s a top class nursing home. Well, maybe for older people who are looking for a long term stay and care. It’s very cosy looking, filled with antiques, giving you the WOW 🤩 effect as you enter. But it was still just a nursing home for me, so all the visual attributes didn’t really have much effect on me. I was only 24, turning 25 in just a few weeks, so definitely being admitted there didn’t excite me. On the contrary, I was wondering when I would leave the place…would you blame me? 🙄🤷🏻‍♀️

My parents were with me that day, along with Mr P (it was lucky that he was back home for his leave for a few days at the same time as the transfer). I had extra support from them, and thanks to that I felt a little calmer that day. It was actually the last time we met as a couple. The next time we met, when he returned home for good 2 months later was when our 4 year long story ended, and we decided to go our separate ways 💔. I won’t lie, it was a very tough time for me🥺, especially given the circumstances, but I thought to myself🤔 that I already went through so much at that stage, that I’d be okay…I just needed time. When one door closes, another opens 🔓… There’s a reason for everything that happens to us in life, especially the people that cross our path, and I can see this so clearly now.

There will always be a reason why you meet people. Either you need them to change your life somehow, or you’re the one that will change theirs.

🦋 Sometimes good things fall apart, so better things can fall together 🦋

When we entered we were all wowed by the interior 🤩, antiques everywhere, modern but classy and warm. I finally arrived at my floor-The Brain Injury Ward. I was very lucky, as there’s no such other place dedicated to brain injuries. It’s still a nursing home, just this specific floor has fewer patients and Physiotherapy is prioritised. I was first welcomed in the living room (common area), where I was introduced to the nurse and careers on duty. I remember talking to Monika first (she was so pleasant, also Polish) 🇵🇱🥰. Made me feel somehow more comfortable. I chatted to her and she was asking me what I liked eating etc. That was first surprise, where I actually had choices and could choose my meal times 🙌. I was then brought to my room. Big, spacious with my own bathroom and tv on the wall, some difference to NRH-I thought. I finally had my own room and privacy, where no one would wake me up shouting at 7am 😣. I met my physiotherapist Mr K, and we made a physio plan. I was really scared and nervous about staying there the first night. Everything and everyone was so new! 😱 in my head I only had a thought that my family will soon leave to go and get on with their lives… I was just wondering when, and if I’d ever leave this place?! 😩

This was the start of yet another chapter on my journey…🤦🏻‍♀️🙄

I realise this post is kind of depressing, how can you see positives and keep going? 🤷🏻‍♀️🙄 Somehow I did 👊, I never gave up and stayed strong🤗. I kept myself going, holding onto hope 🍀. I never lost that 🍀. I fed myself constantly with stories of my fellow stroke survivors, videos, books, as well as any positive quotes and motivational videos. Before I end writing this post I have to leave you with a positive quote, as I promised this would be a very positive space, and I feel that after reading all of the above, it needs an energy shift 🙄🙉😂, so I seeked Google’s help 😜🤷🏻‍♀️. I literally typed “most positive quotes” into the search bar and this one caught my eye 👇🤗 I’m going to leave you with this, short & simple. There’s nothing better or quicker than a good quote to shift the energy and change the mood!

🦋 Be the energy you want to attract. Be the reason someone smiles today. 🦋


🚨 Please Help 🚨

Lastly my friend is climbing Kilimanjaro🏔🧗🏽 in February, in order to fundraise for the poor and vulnerable. Now, more than ever they need our help! Perhaps that can be your good deed for the day? Remember “be the reason someone smiles today”😊. I’d really appreciate if you could spare a moment, donate & share 😇🙏 Thank you! (link attached below) 👇👇👇


🚨 NEWS 🚨

My fellow stroke survivor Brisa Alfaro (I mentioned her in my previous posts) just published her book last week, about her journey to recovery. I started reading and already am loving it! 🥰🤓 Really recommend to anyone! 👇👇👇#PinkyMoves

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🦋 Happiness is one thing that multiplies when you share it 🦋

Happy Sunday 🤗🦋!

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I’m still here 🙋🏻‍♀️

Hi 👋 guys! Just a quick update that I’m still here! I had to take a break due to some bad muscle pains, and being very busy doing college work 🤓. I know it was probably the longest time yet that I haven’t published a post, but it’s coming later this week. I promise 😉🤞 I’m working on it. By the way I see my pain in the back (Latissimus dorsi) muscle as something very positive. It’s not pleasant 😣, but hey! No pain no gain!? 💪👊👣 The lokomat is working! Moving my muscles regularly 💪🙌👣, so it’s a good kind of pain 🏋️‍♀️!

Before I go I’d like to share with you all how I recently start my mornings 🌈🧘🏻‍♀️! 10 minute gratitude meditation 😇🙏. Only 10 minutes, but wow 🤩, does it change your day? Positive affirmations before starting the day, a mental shower after a night sleep…amazing tool! Give it a try yourself for a month! 😊

Now smile 😊, and have a good day! 🦋🤗

🦋 Gratitude is the healthiest of all human emotions. The more you express gratitude for what you already have, the more likely you will have even more to thank for…🦋


Just a little update on the lokomat therapy 👣💪👊 Thank you all for donations! 😇🙏🦋

12.10.20 👣 26th session done ✅

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🦋 Fall seven times, Stand up eight 🦋

After reading this post you’ll understand why I use a 🦋 butterfly 🦋 emoji everywhere on my blog. Let me start from the beginning…

Every year coming up to this date (October 7th), when I suffered a brain stem stroke (2015), I would feel uneasy and upset😔! Very natural, giving the awful circumstances. An anniversary, but not a happy one, nor a one to celebrate 😩🤦🏻‍♀️. 2 years ago, I decided to make it different, a much nicer memory to mark this day, and overall change the energy around it. I’ve been thinking of getting a tattoo for months beforehand, but couldn’t decide on one. Now I had an idea for a meaningful one. “Fall seven times, stand up eight” is a very relatable quote for us all, especially for me on my journey. I wanted to also add a butterfly, because I believe that my journey is like the one of a butterfly…from a worm in a cocoon into a beautiful creature that has wings-that represent freedom-independence for me. I’m comparing the two, because being in a wheelchair after a life changing event is like being a worm stuck in cocoon 🐛. The transformation needs time and patience, and in the process you evolve and change, just like a worm becomes a butterfly 🦋. The wings and ability to then fly, for me represents freedom, just like being independent again 👣, which is my goal 💪🤗.

👈 I designed the butterfly to have a survivor’s ribbon 🎀 instead of a middle body, when you look closely you will be able to see a survivor’s ribbon with wings 👈

  • Date: 9/10/18
  • Location: Dublin Ink Temple Bar
  • Artist: Andre @fantinitattoo

I wanted a tattoo that meant something to me, and now I have. When I look at it, each time I can see positivity, motivation, strength, brighter future, hope, transformation, but most of all to never ever stop or give up! #NeverGiveUp

From 2018, I try to stay smiling on my stroke anniversary, and see it as a positive despite all the hurdles. I celebrate with my family, always having some Prosecco/Champagne 🍾🥂🥳. #Strength #PositiveVibesOnly 💪☺️!

🚨 NEWS 🚨

The doctor of the future will give no medicine but will interest his patients in the care of the human frame, the diet, and in the cause and prevention of disease.

~ Thomas Edison

For the last few weeks I was thinking of enrolling for a short nutrition course. I’ve been researching myself, as well as getting extra help from my vocational facilitator via the Step Ahead Program for Vocational Rehabilitation, through Acquired Brain Injury (ABI) Ireland. Thank you Miss Laura💜 (You know who you are)! 🌻
I read about this College of Naturopathic Medicine (CNM), watched a video of their Open Day-September 2020, and guess what?! I enrolled myself for a 3 year long Diploma Course (mostly studied Online with clinical hours in year 2 & 3) in Naturopathic Nutrition 🙌🥑🥦🍏🥝🍋🥬🧄🥕. An idea of a short course brought me onto this path, so I guess I’ll be a college student again?! 🤷🏻‍♀️🤗🤓👩🏻‍🎓📚. Under completely different circumstances than the last time 🤷🏻‍♀️, but hey! No excuses nor feeling sorry for myself #ChoosePositivity

I guess the month of my stroke anniversary became a month of starting something new? October-The Month of New Chapters? 🤔📖 Love it! 🤗🥰 This journey has led me to become more spiritual, and to find my real interests. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be who I am today, or do what I do without the whole process 🦋… How many of you can honestly say that you found your true passion in life? That you do what makes you happy each day? That you’re excited to get up every morning to go to work/college? or just to experience a new day? I call them “the lucky ones” 😇🙏. I know well that it’s only a very small percentage of people, and I’m on my way there…☺️ I really believe, now more than ever that everything happens for a reason…👇

🦋 Someday everything will make perfect sense. So for now, laugh at the confusion, smile through the tears, and keep reminding yourself that everything happens for a reason, for experience, or for a lesson. Nothing is ever wasted, because the soul is always getting insight…🦋

Someone very important to me, said this a few days ago, when I told them the news about enrolling: “When someone gets a diagnosis of an awful disease, they panic and start living their life around it/main worry, like 95% diagnosis and only 5% life…when it should be other way around”. It’s sad but true 🥺, understandable too. I could really resonate with those words 💯. However the only person in control is YOU🤏🏻! That’s also why I decided to go for it, go hard or go home! Isn’t that what they say? 👊💪 While in active rehabilitation, I’m focusing on also living my life, here and now (mindfully🧘🏻‍♀️). I’ll walk myself 👣 to collect that diploma in 2023 on my graduation day👩🏻‍🎓, and open my own clinic then! #Goals

🦋 Purpose is the reason you journey. Passion is the fire that lights your way 🦋

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Everyone should watch! Be a host to God, not a hostage to your ego! You’ll understand that once you watch 👌👆 Take a look at what you “marinate” your subconscious mind in … 🧘🏻‍♀️🧘🏻‍♂️
🥰🙌🤗 #FriendsFan
P.S. Happy birthday mummy! 🥳🎂🎈💕🥰😘👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👭 06.10 🌹

National Rehabilitation Hospital (NRH) 🏥🇮🇪

September 2016-March 2017

I arrived at the NRH at the end of September 2016, and I was admitted to Gabriel’s Ward on the third floor. I never expected to be a patient there for this long 🙄, another 5-6 months🤦🏻‍♀️-seems to be my personal time limit, my standard for every new admission place 😂. My 4th hospital overall, second in Ireland. I’m glad to say this was my last hospital stay 🙌🤗.

I remember arriving there from Beaumont hospital. My dad was with me for the transfer part, but then had to leave for work. My mum was in work too. I was left in a corner, 7 more beds around me 👀, feeling so lonely and helpless 🥺. A nurse came to ask me some questions, to fill out some paperwork. At the end she asked if I needed anything, so I asked for my coconut water, she put it in front of me on a table. I felt so lost, I couldn’t lean forward to grab it, never mind opening it with one functional arm… did they not know that about me? I wondered 😩🤔… or was that their method of trying to make improvements in your motor skills? I’ll never know.

I decided that I would only make a single post about the NRH, because it’s not a pleasant memory. Not like any place I’ve been admitted to over the past year was a nice memory anyway. But this time was especially tough and emotional, because I was at home in Poland before, where my dad was my career, so a huge change. Also right after the admission, Mr P was leaving for a peacekeeping mission. It was another chapter of my journey to recovery, and a new place 🙄 again! So being a patient in NRH hit me hard 👊.

Being completely honest I hated the place 🤷🏻‍♀️! I don’t really have anything good to say about it, except some of the nice people I met there (both patients and staff). I enjoyed the quizzes once a week, organised by volunteers. I would never miss those 🤓. The ladies that did breathing Physiotherapy with me were lovely and positive too! Also that December I could finally spend Christmas at home 🏡👨‍👩‍👧🎄. My parents were able to take me home over the Christmas break, and since then I was going home every Saturday morning for a weekend. It was hard on Monday mornings, because I hated going back, but I tried not to show it 😔. Monday was a day of doctor’s rounds, which I thought were useless, because they always brought down my mood, but after that one awful family meeting I refused to participate. I thought there was no point, you either get used to negative situations and/or people or you remove yourself from them. I chose to remove myself and chose positivity to help me maintain a better attitude and mindset, and to improve my physical health 💪🧘🏻‍♀️ #mentalhealth

Typical day at NRH

Bright lights 💡 would wake you up between 7-8am, no matter if your timetable said you had a first session at 12am or even 4pm 🙄. Day and night staff would switch shifts in the early morning, so they would shout, and turn on the lights waking everyone up, so forget about sleeping in. No privacy, just a huge room with multiple patients in it. That was the routine. Every patient would have a weekly timetable with assigned session slots. Usually 3 a day, raging from Psychology, Physiotherapy, Occupational Therapy (OT), Speech & Language Therapy (SLT), and Aquatic therapy (if you were lucky enough to get a slot🤦🏻‍♀️🙄)- in 5 months I had maybe three or four…

As I mentioned before Physiotherapy was a joke for so called “rehabilitation hospital”, number 1 place in Ireland, where you’re on a waiting list for nearly a year. Maybe 3 hours a week, only Monday to Friday, forget about getting to use the lokomat! Overall I couldn’t bare the negativity of the place! I informed them about my huge goals, and I‘ll never forget the looks I was getting. I mentioned that horrible meeting I had with the team and my family… discussing how my future will look, that I’ll never sit or walk, because “a rugby player can only improve to a certain point!” 🙄🤦🏻‍♀️-their words, not mine! I’m not saying give false hope, but you definitely don’t have the right to take it away! That’s all that patients are/might be holding onto 🍀… There was only one positive, open minded doctor, she was from Seychelles 🇸🇨. Before I was leaving, she came to say goodbye, saying that she knows I’ll achieve great things, and that she can’t wait to see me on tv one day. Thank you for the lovely words, and believing in me 🙏🌻. I won’t ever forget that! 😊🦋

🦋 Never deprive someone of hope, it might be all they have…🦋

Concluding, a huge thank you to some lovely staff, and also thank you to all the negative people I had to face. You made me a stronger person, your negativity never stopped me from moving forward nor losing hope! 💪👣💁🏻‍♀️🦋

🦋 Master the Art of ignoring negativity. It will make your path to success a lot easier. 🦋

👆👈 Victoria Arlen 💪👣

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🦋 Home is not a place, it’s a feeling 🦋

I was at home in Poland for another 6 months (March-September 2016), but this time it didn’t feel so long plus it was much more pleasant 🤗. Dad’s and granny’s home cooking🤤😋, organic fruit & veg from grandparents’ garden 🍊🍒🥬🍎🍋, freshly caught fish by grandad 🎣🐟, surrounded by family 👨‍👩‍👧💕, and plenty of sun ☀️were just some of many advantages. The food was such a huge change compared to hospital food, even though my dad was always buying me extra food from the shop. Main meals were provided by the rehabilitation centre/hospital, with no chance of cooking by yourself. Funny story actually 😂🙉 just reminded myself…every dinner I was getting these steamed meatballs, everyday the same! 😱🍽🧆, so after a week or so, my dad just grabbed the plate and took it to the kitchen, to find out what was happening?! You will never guess why I was getting the same boiled/steamed boring main course every day 🙈🙉 the reason is actually very funny 😂. “Your daughter is on a special diet plan”… “Special diet? For what🤔?!”... It turned out that according to them I had a liver problem/damage 🤷🏻‍♀️. First time I heard to be honest 🙄🤦🏻‍♀️ It was news to me 😁! Anyway that got straightened out, so no more meat balls for me 😜🙌-Thank God 🙏😇. What a choice for a patient with a liver problem anyway 🤦🏻‍♀️🙄. At least they were boiled, not fried…😮. They seriously needed to fire the nutritionist working there 🤭🤫! (Just my opinion-harsh but honest!) 😅🤷🏻‍♀️🙊. As a nutritionist you’re supposed to improve people’s health through food, it’s so important, especially in a hospital environment, where people go with multiple health issues and the main goal is to heal themselves, right?!🤔 I’ve seen that across the board-very poor, non-nutritious food in hospitals/nursing homes, etc. But that’s a totally separate problem-HUGE issue that needs fixing (again just in my opinion). I’m talking from experience…I’ve been there, and I’ve seen it…👎❌

“Let food be thy medicine, and medicine be thy food”


I had private physiotherapy Monday to Saturday at home usually twice a day, my dad was my main carer, and my mum was working and living in Ireland 🤷🏻‍♀️. It wasn’t ideal, and we had to get back… Mr P along with my mum applied for my admission to the National Rehabilitation Centre (NRH) Dún Laoghaire. As I mentioned in my previous post I was really excited about going there, because I heard amazing things about the place, but most of all they had this amazing machine there-Robotic Gait Training 👣. Little did I know, I would never get to use it 🙄🥺 (that’s the lokomat therapy that I’m doing now at An Saol). Yet another place I heard “amazing” things about 🤦🏻‍♀️🙄, I should have learnt my lesson the first time 🤷🏻‍♀️, but you live and learn. Now I don’t believe until I actually see for myself, especially about a rehabilitation place being wonderful! 🙄

Here are some videos from my rehabilitation in Poland 👇

Don’t mind my hair! 😅🤦🏻‍♀️😂🤪

🛩🏨 Beaumont Hospital-September 2016 🇮🇪

Ready for a brain scan with contrast 🩹🩺💊💉🩸

From Dublin airport I went straight to Beaumont hospital for some tests and brain scans, before I could be admitted to NRH. Hospital again 🤦🏻‍♀️🙄 for a week. My parents were with me during the day for a few hours, and Mr P would visit in the evenings. But at night I was all alone 😨😓🥺. First night I was in the main ward, with other patients, our beds separated by a curtain. The next day I was moved to a private side room. It was better for privacy, however no one would check on me, unless I pressed the call bell 🛎. That was fine during the day, because I would usually have someone there, or staff would come in and out to bring food, carry out some tests and doctor’s rounds etc. At night, the whole ward would be very quiet 🤫, and kind of scary if you ask me 😣😱…

One night I woke up for some reason, I don’t exactly remember why 🤷🏻‍♀️. Either to be repositioned-because of discomfort, or I was cold and needed help fixing the covers. I went to press the bell, that was close to me on my bed, and you won’t believe what happened…🤦🏻‍♀️🙄 the bell fell on the ground before I managed to press it! 🤬😳😰What now!? 🤷🏻‍♀️ I looked around 👀 and started calling for help. Unfortunately no one was coming. I waited and waited, listening out for anyone passing the corridor outside my room door 👀👂🏼. Very rarely there was any movement outside, and whenever I could hear someone passing by I would call again…and again…and again, but nothing! I couldn’t fall back asleep, so I kept trying to call for help 🗣🆘, until I finally gave up. It took a very long time to fall back asleep, I must have been very uncomfortable, or cold 🥶. I’ll never forget that night…this time I was in the room alone, not like months ago in neurology ward (when similar situation took place🙄-post called “HELP). This time I was all alone, thank God it wasn’t an emergency that was life threatening, because there was no way I could alert anyone to help me…but hey! What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger 💪 isn’t that what they say? If that’s true then by now I’m pretty indestructible 💪💁🏻‍♀️🦾🧘🏻‍♀️. Next step, NRH Dún Laoghaire-in my next post 🦋🤗.

🦋 When something bad happens you have three choices. You can either let it define you, let is destroy you, or you can let it strengthen you…🦋

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