It's all about the mind....

Now is a strange space.  It's kind of limbo like.  Home minus a limb and no prosthesis or knowing when that will be happening.  Doing physio and hydro therapy; doing home physio sessions as well.  Not being able bodied enough to do the normal day to day things like cooking & eating or cleaning up after that, taking out the rubbish bin or picking up the dog poo (yep you heard right).... the list is endless really.  More restricted than ever, creating a useless feeling yet trying to remain positive minded and driven to do the work toward the goal.

This is the time where Matt's mind needs distractions.  It's a bit similar to the situation when someone passes away, but by no means the same, as this is not permanent, where death is.  Just in the way that there are people always there in the initial stage.  Masses of people.  All of the time.  Doing, buzzing around, helping, cooking, cleaning, phoning in, cuddling, loving, caring.... basically investing the time and doing amazing supportive things, no matter what the task is or when it is.  Then in a few months time, that wains and the widower is trying to adjust to this change in life and normality yet it's more of a struggle with dark patches.  That is the time where the people and support is needed.   Those dark moments when the mind is playing havoc with oneself yet the person struggling doesn't want to impose on others, as they feel they've done enough to help and they have to learn to get on with their life.  

So Matt's at that stage.  We have many a friend who will do anything to help.  There's calls and texts and kind thoughts and love.  There's support if we need.  Anytime.  It's beautiful and we are so very blessed in that way.  It's that time where our little family are around always, helping, driving, feeding, cooking, cleaning, doing everything that's needed - but that in itself can drive a man batshit crazy really!!!  Watching all of that and not being able to "do" that, makes the limbo stage even more magnified I think.  He needs to jam, to play, to enjoy some male space BUT he also doesn't want to be away from home for too long either.  Catch 22, he gets so exhausted, his pain is quite large.  Enjoying some mind space in his own space is perfect for now.  He'd love a Lizard jam (so Roy if you're reading this blog, how about you bring those drums out of your comfort zone down there in paradise and head out to Glossy sometime real soon)... Music puts his mind somewhere else away from the pain.
So, by all means keep those messages and calls flowing and throw things his way to stimulate that mind out of the limbo zone.
Massive thanks to our good mate Tiny, whose on him with tunes and lyrics and ideas, and art work projects.  You my friend, are an absolute cracker of a legend!!!  Love your work.
Now, off to my own mind stimulant, for a few km's swim in the pool.  Zone out time!
Peace and Love Always xxxx