Random thoughts of a happy brain damaged ex actress… Me!
I love Woolworths for so many reasons…….. My right hand is spastic which makes chopping up food for a meal particularly onerous. I can do it – sure! But you can imagine how much easier it is to simply buy “Woolies” food which has already been sliced, diced, chopped and cut up. Sheer bliss! I’ve
This story that I am about to tell you is Pre-Cochlear Implant era. Before I was given my “hearing” back! I realised with a shock that I had a large amount of friends in Durban but I didn’t know one single unattached male! All my friends were married or had that “significant other.”
My mind is full of Madiba. I have been watching TV and he is everywhere. And yet he is gone. In Heaven, our Lord will be saying: “Hey there, good and faithful servant…” I could and should write about him. But there are people better qualified to do that. So in order to turn my
Guy had been deaf for nine years. When he had been shopping in New York he had been mugged. Yeah, it’s not only in South Africa that muggings occur! He had been hit on the part of his brain that is connected to his hearing and as a result
Before my Cochlear Implants, going to restaurants with a group of friends, was a total nightmare. I battled to understand what was being said. I found that cupping a person under the chin made it easier for me to pick up what they were saying. I was able to feel the vibration of their voices
Let me tell you about B. I was chatting to some friends at a dinner party when suddenly I was tapped on the back. I turned to this petite, pixie haired woman. In fact, she was a tiny elf with dancing, crinkly eyes that met my stare quite openly. Then she spoke. Hell, I would
