Thursday, 24 February 2011

Wheels are the best thing invented. I spent hours shopping yesterday - and I now have a fabulous dress for little brothers wedding, all long and floaty, which looks great on my wheels and doesn't give me a wierd belly-bulge like some do. I so love feeling really feminine.
Had a few giggles at things like my able-bodied lil sister trying to get the attention of the shop assistant and totally failing, then wheelchair me says 'excuse me' and the woman practically jumps to attention! I thought was hilarious, much to lil sisters discust!

Plus I have some killer heels - totally gorgeous and it is of no consequence that I can't stand in them - cos I won't need to :D


So this will be me in approx 3 weeks time:
GORGEOUS!
Positive attention welcome.

Sunday, 20 February 2011

Emmas Incarceration


Dedicated to Emma. Who also has HMS/EDS and dislocates like a very dislocatey thing and has a broken stairlift. - stuck upstairs for 25 days so far and still counting....



When fragile, trying stairs on wheels might possibly be a very bad idea! so having Poppy-dog for company helps, but that is no substitue for actually getting to put your head out of the front door.





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My Intro!


Hello and good morning!


As anyone who has seen my website will know, I have a problem with taking life seriously. There is far too much comedy involved.


As a side effect of this merry affliction, I find myself producing cartoons that show life just as it is with all its ridiculosity on display.


Why did I start? How did I discover that stickmen could be so funny?


About 5 years ago I became disabled by a condition called Hypermobility Syndrome (HMS/EDS) (meaning my collagen is faulty and my joints all slip out of place, and I walked like a string puppet). A few years later I was also diagnosed with Postural Tachycardia Sydnrome (linked to HMS/EDS) where my blood pressure and heart rate don't cope with upright, causing my brain to not get enough oxygen when I'm not lying down. Meaning I spend a lot of time with the same symptoms as being drunk. I now walked like a drunk string puppet and had long patches where I couldn't talk coherently. So I started drawing. And using a wheelchair more - it seemed like a wise alternative to incessant wall hugging and carpet-kissing.


And 3 books later I'm still drawing and my stickmen are gradually educating the world as to what living with disability can be like, whilst creating laughter lines and smile creases in the faces of all involved.
And so I'm starting a blog, where everyone can keep updated as to my latest adventures and projects while ensuring that their sense of humour is kept fully operational.