Two Years On.
Two Years On. Two years ago to the day, I was beginning to stir in the dark surrounds of the Intensive Care Unit. I could hear the nurses debating whether to remove the breathing tube that had kept me ventilated through the hours of surgery. …
Dumb, Dangerous or Different?
Dumb, Dangerous or Different? Commercial aviation is an endeavour knee deep in processes, procedures and policy. The intent is that little is left to chance through a methodical approach to decision making and problem solving. In the vast amount of cases, these techniques have …
Accepting Reality.
Accepting Reality…….and yes, that’s me. 😃 As the cold weather has well and truly arrived in my region, I have retreated into the indoor comfort of the gym. I have never been a huge fan of gyms, preferring the open road, although the warmer …
Short Memory.
Short Memory. The other evening there was a news article on the ever-increasing violent attacks on health care professionals. I was not shocked but I was angry that those who provide such a selfless role in our society can’t even feel safe in their workplace. …
Bitter Sweet.
Bitter Sweet…..some posts are more difficult to write than others. Life is all about making decisions – some big – some small. For those of you who have followed my journey over the last 12 months, you will be well aware of the challenges …
Special Hours.
Special Hours A career in aviation is often referred to in terms of hours. The clock is ticking each time that we take to the skies and then dutifully entered into a log book with details of the flight and the hours and minutes aloft. …
Stairs and Elevators.
Stairs and Elevators. I’ve often perceived personal progress as the comparison between stairs and elevators. Sometimes it’s a laborious climb and sometimes a quick, quiet rise. Which method you employ can be beyond your control, dependent upon the whims of luck, timing and even …
You’ll Never Know About the One that Kills You.
“If I felt or heard a thump, I knew I was still alive. I figured I’d never know about the one that killed me.” This is a quote of my father’s that now adorns a wall within the Australian War Memorial. As I reflected …
Six Months On.
Six Months On. “Gee, that time’s gone quickly”. This is the most common response when I tell people that six months has passed since my surgery. For the most part, I agree. However, in the early stages of recovery there were days that seemed to …
The Climb.
The Climb. Having received so many good wishes of late regarding my recovery after surgery, I thought it was time for a post referencing the same. The timing was particularly relevant as I have just completed my walk for the day and this hike included …
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