Out and About: Miller & Carter Crewe

When Miller and Carter, Crewe got in touched and asked if I wanted to visit I jumped at the chance. Most Crewe residents will be familiar with the site on Crewe / Nantwich  Road and will have fond memories of the Deep Sea Den, college lunch time pints, breakfast and lunches as well as the beautiful architecture of the building itself. I decided to take my Mum, Luke and Fred along to see what Miller and Carter had done with the place and it's safe to say that we were pretty impressed.

This post is in collaboration with Miller and Carter and our meal was complimentary 

I live in Stroke-Limbo

I've suffered a brain injury and I have brain damage. That's something that I still can't get over saying; for me, brain damage and brain injuries were caused by things, things like accidents and traumas, actual traumas, the kind that hurt, that you feel and that are worse than the aftermath but that's not the case with Strokes. Strokes are sly, they sneak up on you, get you and within minutes of causing often pain-fee havoc, they leave you traumatised and injured. The real damage that Strokes cause happens afterwards, when your life is completely changed, your body doesn't work and you have no control over your emotions but somehow, (if you can of course) you have to muddle through and find a way of coping. 

Freddie's one year review

Freddie had his 12 month assessment with the Health Visitor this week so I thought it was a good time to have a go at one of these review posts. I haven't done them before because in all honesty I've not been that fussed about his development; not in the sense that I'm not bothered that or how he develops but more that it's not been something that we've been getting stressed or concerned about (obviously if there were any red flags we'd act accordingly) but there hasn't been much to write home about - he's just been getting along nicely. Rather than harp on about centile lines and milestones I'm going be scoring Freddie out of ten on certain aspects of his being and then giving him an overall annual score because that is the kind of arsehole Mum I am.

I had a Stroke

I had a stroke and got carted off to Stoke. Not a sentence I thought I'd be writing at 28 years old but here we are, exactly a week since it happened and I'm just about getting used to being a 'stroke survivor' and being in recovery. I mentioned to the girls in the group chat how it's incredible how much my life can change in a week; last week I was getting back into the swing of things with work, taking Freddie to Rhyme Time at the library and my Mum for lunch and now I'm needing escorting everywhere, talking out of the side of my mouth with no idea when I'll be able to work again.