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The 2nd Part of my Accident Story - Life or Death

23/7/2016

On the 16th July 2007 after being admitted into Morriston Hospital in the early hours, I was in a critical life or death situation. The Surgeons and Doctors only had hours to make a decision to save my life.
I was put into an induced coma to keep me alive. While all hell was breaking loose in the outside world I was unaware of life its self. My daughter and her Father were notified on Tuesday July 17th. The only answer the Surgeons and Doctors could give them was I could have permanent brain damage and paralysed if I survive.

The decision to save my life and put me into an induced coma to stabilise me was taken by the amazing Surgeons and Doctors. With the ICU Nurses, washing and feeding me all without my knowing, for weeks.
I am still here and alive today because of these amazing, wonderful people. That we never give enough credit to.

Over the next coming weeks in my blog, I will be posting the news clippings from the Evening Post that many people will remember reading and many that have never seen them.

Once all the news clippings have been posted I will continue to share my diary with you. The diary I wrote while in hospital.

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I would like to say a big Thank You to all my friends who have stayed with me through out, and to all the Carers who have helped and stayed with me, on this incredible life changing experience..... ;-) xxx

The 1st publication of my accident was printed for sale on July 18th 2007 when I was in a coma. Here it is.....

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Part 1.... chapter 24

16/7/2016

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Where do I start…. The weather was great and watching the sun set at the rally, gave me back a peaceful feeling inside. Life ain’t so bad, even if your partner is face down in the field pissed up and out of his capabilities of consciousness. A tiny part of me was annoyed to find him that fucked up, as he knew what time I would be arriving. I’d been so looking forward to meeting him there to have a good time together, but hey, I did understand how he just wanted to escape this world, and answer to no body. Of which he is entitled to do.

After rolling him onto his back and trying to get him to realise it was me, I got him to his feet and tried to walk him back to the Jeep with his weight falling onto me. A friend saw my struggle and helped me carry him the rest of the way. I got him comfortable in the back of the Jeep, then sat on the grass, made a joint, sparked it up, soaked in the rally vibes, stood up, climbed into the Jeep, kissed my partner, then headed off to the bar ;-)….

I had a great time laughing, met up with a lot of friends and danced like a crazy teenager. I didn’t drink or smoke that much, I was having too much of a good time and once I started talking I just couldn’t stop. I went back to the Jeep every couple of hours to check he was still alive. At 1am I went back for the last time as he started to move and come back to life. Just. I made my way back to the marquee and he joined me not long after. It seems we both had a great time at the rally but for the first time not with each other. It was nice to be cuddled up together in the Jeep though, if nothing else…. Winter rally next.

Well, it’s a day off day for me today. Not sure what to do, apart from what I’m doing now. Writing out my thoughts. It’s going to be Crowley’s 2nd year anniversary this weekend. July 1st, which falls on the Sunday, a closed night. Plus, it’s festival season at the moment so a lot of Crowley’s customers are either at one now, as I write, or saving their pennies for the next one. So a celebratory fancy dress party is a no go. This second year will come in quietly, and now with most of the young metal heads and old school rockers away, it’s a good time to organise another Fetish Night for the calendar. I would like to up the vibe on my Fetish Nights and get some really good acts and shows in. Be more OTT with the décor and lighting. Entice the customers to use their imagination. I would like all the perverse likeminded people with the lust and desire to play and mingle, come to My Night. Madam Crowley awaits in her expectation for their appearance. She will want to keep them safe, in her realm. She will want to inspire and motivate the shy. Cheer and spur on the pros, with all the enjoyment and fun a night can give, never to forget. To be turned on by watching others getting turned on. It’s all in the imagination.
The word and meaning is Fetish…. ;-).

This time I’m thinking of holding the event at the Cricketers and not at Crowley’s. The Cricketers has more space and two areas in particular can be pimped up real good. One as a dungeon for more dark & kinky private play, and the other one in particular being the stage area, for the acts/shows. There is plenty of storage for all dungeon equipment, stage lights and props etc…. I’m going to have to give this some serious thought. I’ll have a chat with my partner to see what he can make. Then the girls who have helped me on former nights. We’ll arrange a girls’ night so we can brain pick each other and come up with a more rehearsed and professional performance plan. I wonder if I can hire a live sex, stage act. Can I? Can I? Can I??? I’m going to have to find out and if it is a yes then they are booked ;-)…. Wholly Molely… I would love that. This will be continued…. I need the help of Lucifer the Deity of Sin to help me on this one…. I shall invoke him after I have smoked my joint…. Mwah!!!

A couple of weeks back the police dropped off the CCTV tape, that they had taken from Crowley’s, after there was a break in, early hours Saturday morning on the 5th May. Crowley’s break in broke my spirit for a while. Everyone walking in and looking up at the gaping hole in the ceiling, where the legs of the thieving cunt gained forced entry, were falling on my suspicious eyes. There was distrust in my heart for all who crossed over to my path. The thief knew exactly where the light switches were and which ones to turn on, with no hesitation. He knew where the cash was and he knew that I had left it there, which was not the usual thing I did. He knew my every move. His felonious downfall was leaving the bar area and setting the alarm off. Which made him make his quick exit the same way he came in. I never thought somebody would break in to Crowley’s and never did I expect it to happen through the roof. It makes me wonder if he was dressed up as spider man and covered all the street CCTV cameras with his web, because he wasn’t spotted on any of them in that area of town. I mean, were they even switched on? Anyway, the police couldn’t make out any face recognition on the tape because of the poor quality and the out of date equipment at the station. No fingerprints were found on the till or light switches. I’ve watched that tape over and over and over. It drives me crazy. I do a lot to help people out, and all that low life had to do was ask for help and I would have given it. It makes me cringe thinking that someone could be handing over one of my stolen notes, to pay for the beer I’m pouring them after they’ve done me over.

They say everything happens in three’s. With me leaving Crowley’s cash take in the taxi in March, that’s strike 1. Then the break in, in May, makes it strike 2. I wonder what the third strike is going to be. I’ve lost quite a bit of £££££ already. It seems that there are two month intervals between each strike so I shall be keeping a sharp eye on Crowley’s cash flow this month….

The Cricketers finance is just keeping afloat. I have bands playing on the weekends. Some pull in a following crowd and some don’t and they still expect to be paid. Students are slowly venturing in at lunch times and weekends depending on what band is playing. I have had to cut staffing hours down to save cash, while still trying to come up with new ideas to pull in the punters. Where are the Muse when the mind freezes over???.... I need an event that will appeal to the locals with families, students, bikers and everybody up for a summer BBQ at the Cricketers….

Well I’ve got flyers made for the BBQ event so fingers, legs & toes crossed. Now all I need to do is advertise it as much as possible. Let the masses know that the Cricketers Pub is back on the map. We have been open for 6 months now, but I still need to promote the business, so it’s time for more marketing….

Today is Sunday July 15th so thought I would jot down a few things being done today and happening later. I have been upstairs in my office most of the day, doing the accounts for both businesses. Getting all the banking and bill paying in order ready for Monday mornings almost ritual driving route, to the bank and then the cash & carry. My partner has been working the bar while I have been working the numbers. We’ve had Sunday lunch together late this afternoon in the flat. Then he went back to the bar and I went back to my numbers. Now all that has been done, I’m in the living room listening to the sounds of Mozart and Vivaldi. Mixed with the sounds of the pub underneath my feet and the outside external sounds drifting up from the street below. Bellowing through the wide opened balcony doors. Also allowing the sun’s rays to burst in and brighten up the whole room. It is a beautiful day.

It’s one of the boy’s birthday so there will be a few coming over to the Cricketers soon, for a small soiree, some of the girls will join us so when they arrive I will join them at the bar. My face is painted, I got my tight ass jeans on, a sexy chiffon top, all that’s missing are my high heeled Victorian style black boots to top it all off. Until the time comes to slip them on, I am now going to put paper and pen down and lay back, smoke a joint and chill, until the party arrives….

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Part 1.... chapter 23

6/7/2016

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It’s the Welsh Coast MCC summer rally this coming weekend, and I can’t wait to go as usual. It’s a time and a place to catch up with old friends, and make new ones. A time to let your spirit fly free and have fun. Party till you drop. Which is what I intend to do with my partner, who will be going down first without me. Which again is not the usual thing we do. We’ve always gone down together. A lot of our usual routines are now not in play and haven’t been for a long time, and this was before my Viking kiss….

It’s been going on for two long, this relationship uncertainty . This year was the first year, he didn’t come out with me on my birthday. It was also the first year I couldn’t be with him on his birthday in February. We were both working but not working together. Except, I still made sure he had a birthday surprise, as always. On this year’s birthday, I had phoned some of the boys to be at the Cricketers to enjoy the display and entertainment the “Stripper”, would bring to the shy birthday boy. He enjoyed, but wasn’t over joyed, more “embarrassed”, were his words.
His fun bubble has definitely floated off into the abyss. To meet up with all his other bubbles in his own infernal regions of annoying, irritating, and detestable feelings. Stopping him wanting fun to all the things that could crack the stone face to carry a smile.

Again it’s like he’s hiding his feelings in the long grass hoping I’m never going to notice. I hope we can patch our relationship up properly at the rally and remember how we used to be before business and life took over our existence. We were good together. It once felt right when the Gods and Goddesses of Sin were on our side. Getting us into the swing before we let our awareness assess the surroundings we were in. With a biker life style and rally being in the beautiful fields on the cliffs of Scurlage, it gives us the perfect milieu once again, to re-light the fire within us. If it does happen I must remember to put my bra and jacket back on before leaving the scene of sin. Instead of someone finding it, picking it up and recognising the jacket is mine ;-)….

Every year I always said we’d be together for a year and a day. In my Pagan belief it symbolises one cycle on the Wheel of one year. Starting from Samhain, the start of the New Year, to the day after Samhain of the following year. If, on that day, you are no longer wanting to love, be married or even believe that the person you’re with is not the right one for you. Then it’s the time to end all ties and finish with friendship and love. Blessed Be…. Only four months to go before a New Year begins and a New Day starts. That’ll be our last make or break start….

The Miss Wales competition was a proud moment for any parent to witness. My daughter looked amazing, classy, and carried herself well, as she strutted her booty around the stage. Stunning in every costume and pose, an oriental beauty. She was close to winning in my eyes but didn’t get there. She said she knew who was going to win before the competition even started. She said she enjoyed the experience and took the moment for what it was but she won’t be doing it again.

OK. All staff are in, all stock of this and that are well loaded, waiting to be sold. It’s now time for me to jump into my Jeep and not on the bike L, and make my way through the country lanes to the rally. It’s a beautiful evening and the drive down with music blasting and a joint in hand will be worth it. So it’s over an out for now. It’s time to party…. ;-)

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