After years of listening to Swedish pop via record, CD, downloads and, more recently Youtube, I have now listened, watched, experienced, and danced to it, in its natural environment.
I went out last night to Lino. Although as an Australian I was tempted to refer to it as “lie-no”, of course it’s actually “lee-no”. In researching this trip, I’ve been looking at online, and the photographs of the crowd always seemed to indicate it was a pretty cool place. Maybe too cool for me, I thought. As I entered last night, I walked around for a bit of a reccy. There was an outdoor courtyard playing generic “cool music” where people were smoking. I must write sometime about the Swedes and smoking by the way. There was a room where they were playing generic kinda housey-disco. There was another bar of an indescript nature. But of course, I settled into the “schlager bar”. The bar was a fairly even mixture of men and women out for a good time on a Saturday night. OK maybe two thirds male and one third female, to be honest. They were all boozing up and singing along with the music. The music was loud, by the way, and definitely Swedish. And on the television screens they were playing this year’s Melodifestivalen DVD.
After years of waiting to experience something like this, I actually became a little bit teary for a moment. And then, of course, they played “Crying At The Discoteque” which is one of my favourites from the last ten years. “Oh my God”, I thought this is it… “some absolutely classic Swedish disco in an absolutely classic Swedish disco”. And then…“Mamma Mia” came on. OH MY GOD. At that point I thought I had died and gone to heaven. You know how in Sydney when you go out and ABBA comes on, it can sound a bit “rinky-dinky”, and is usually only played in a “retro” context for a bit of novelty value? Well last night, “Mamma Mia” sounded totally contemporary and totally in context with the rest of the music played.
Oddly enough they sometimes played the same songs over and over again in quick succession, which I thought was strange for a nightclub. The DJ last night, though, clearly LOVED the music he was playing, and it was infectious. The American tourists standing near me were totally overwhelmed by the sight of hundreds of people singing along to pop songs in Swedish. You could see the look of bewilderment on their faces as they walked through to the outdoor bar.
I don’t recall what time I got home, but it was just starting to become daylight, so I guess it was about 3.00am.
I got a little teary also tonight at the Peter Joback and Eva Dahlgren concert at Skansen. I’ve been aware of Peter’s work since he appeared on the original CD for “Kristina fran Duvemala”. Along the way, I’ve picked up three other CDs. I wasn’t, however, really aware of Eva Dahlgren (nor her work), though I knew she was a legendary Swedish “rock chick”. Without the intimate knowledge of their respective back catalogues, I lacked some of the instant familiarity with the work enjoyed by the rest of the audience. Also, because all of the songs were in Swedish (along with all of the patter in between), I sometimes found myself a little confused. I could understand the basic premise of some of the anecdotes, but the punchlines usually went over my head. Although there was a funny bit relating to musical instruments. As an encore, they began a song together playing recorders (flute things) of differing size. When Peter said something along the lines of wishing he had the bigger one, Eva responded along the lines of “of course you do”. I understood that joke perfectly.
Peter Jöback at Skansen
Eva Dahlgren at Skansen
Peter Jöback and Eva Dahlgren at Skansen
Peter Jöback at Skansen
Peter Jöback and Eva Dahlgren at Skansen
Crowd watches Peter Jöback and Eva Dahlgren at Skansen
Peter Jöback and Eva Dahlgren at Skansen
Sun sets over Stockholm
Dance floor at Club LIno in Stockholm
I had an excellent seat on the far left-hand side of the second row. I’m reasonably sure Lena Ulvaeus (Bjorn’s wife) and daughters were sitting in the same row, though I’m not sure, as I haven’t seen photographs of them for a while. She did, however, laugh and scratch her nose during an extended anecdote about Bjorn and Benny. But the concert itself? Wow, what a great experience. Peter is a much better singer live than I’ve ever heard captured on CD. He has a lovely voice which can both be gentle and soar, and really has a “joyous” quality to it. He seems to sing well effortlessly. Eva also had a wonderful voice, which really shone when she sang slow and gentle ballads. Most memorable was a song with the recurring line about “I saw you” which was sung beautifully and with passion. The song which made my eyes well up, though, was “Stockholm i Natt”, one of Peter’s recent hit songs. It’s a love song about Stockholm in effect, as it takes you on a journey around the city, with specific mentions of places like Medborgarplatsen and events such as the assasination of Anna Lindh in 2003. And so I’m sitting there, listening to a wonderful song sung by a great performer, about a terrific place that I’ve longed to visit for many years, and I’m looking at both him and the wonderful Swedish summer evening… so of course my eyes welled up. Does life get any better, I thought to myself. And I really loved their third encore, yes third, a song called “Juni, Juli, Augusti”. I know this sounds all very dramatic for those in Europe who can regularly go to Stockholm and have this experience, but for a kid from the bush in Australia, it’s all very exciting indeed.
Afterwards I followed the crowd out and caught the ferry from Djurgarden to Slussen. I couldn’t believe how many people they managed to squeeze on board. Catching the ferry, I was squeezed in tightly between a couple of gay boys and a male/female couple. Needing to steady myself I held on to the railing. And then the woman kinda lent against me and plopped (and rested) her left boob on my hand. I’ve had to totally re-think my attitudes to personal space since arriving in Stockholm, clearly.
In almost the same way that I carried around my new “T-Box” last night, my friend Graeme carried around a box for much of the day and the night. This is the way it is when you have things delivered to your work address because it’s near impossible to organise a home delivery when you work 9-5 weekdays. I shan’t reveal what’s in Graeme’s box, as it’s a bit of a surprise. All I can say is that its bloody heavy. After the summer break, we resumed “normal transmission” tonight. For me, that’s a combination of Swedish class followed by beers and dinner with mates at the pub.
Swedish classes recommenced for 2011 with two new students. One has a Swedish mother, and actually lived and taught in Sweden for a while back in the 1970s. The other comes from Russia, but has also lived in Sweden. It makes for a wonderfully diverse and interesting group of people. Even if I had no interest in learning Swedish, I think I’d still like to go to class :) Tonight’s class was a real job, though it’s becoming increasingly clear we’re a group of people with little interest in grammar and such, and more interest in conversation.
After class, I grabbed a cab and made my way to the pub to catch up with mates. One of the regular crew has been in hospital for an operation, so it was good to see him back and, despite a bit of pain, feeling not so bad. And then of course, there was Graeme and his box. An odd addition to the evening, but it’s great that life is back to normal on a Wednesday night. I love it.
As I walked in to work today it was pretty bloody quiet around Sydney. The streets were quiet. All of the buses looked half empty. And then when I actually got to work itself, it was quiet even there. Even though it’s supposed to be a quiet time of the year, I work in an industry that still operates twenty-four seven. So, as well as running the place, I found myself doing odd-jobs like answering the phone, buying the milk, sorting the mail and so on. I was anxious though to make sure I still made it out for lunch, as has been my “early new year’s resolution” since arriving back from Europe.
And so when one of my colleagues suggested a couple of us go out for lunch, I said “yes” instantly. And soon found myself hovering around his desk at about five minutes to twelve saying “are you ready? can we go now?” in anticipation of a recently much recommended food experience.
As we left work and headed towards our lunchtime venue I almost ached with anticipation, as he has previously spoken very highly of Din Tai Feng, a Chinese dumpling and noodle placed located in Shop 11/Level 1 of the World Square Shopping Centre on George Street. We had to take a number to wait our turn, but as we did there was plenty to entertain. As you stand outside, you actually seem them freshly preparing the dumplings. And you’re also given a “tick the box” menu which means your food arrives within minutes of you sitting down and taking a seat inside.
The steamed up windows of Din Tai Fung where they make everything fresh.
The food was great. Really great. Their signature dish, a dumpling with a consomme inside which kind of melts in your mouth was spectacular. We also had a green bean dish with dried ham, some friend rice, and a few other bits and pieces. All up, including a beer each, it was about $25 per head, which was good value given the amount of food we had, and the quality of food we had. “Is it open at night?”, I wondered, thinking it would be great to go back for dinner there one night. Highly recommended.
My story about the unexpected amputation I experienced last year has generated significant interest for many, including my colleragues at ABC Radio. I recently appeared on both ABC Radio Melbourne and ABC Radio Perth to discuss the challenges and lessons learned from this life-changing event. https://www.abc.net.au/news/2024-07-30/how-my-life-has-changed-since-i-became-an-amputee/104090002
I’m committed to raising awareness about the risks of infection and the importance of seeking medical attention promptly. To that end, I’ve offered interviews to other radio stations and will share those recordings here as they become available.
Additionally, I’ve been invited to speak to a men’s health group in Perth, providing another opportunity to share my experience and hopefully prevent similar situations.
Please note that the transcriptions included below are AI-generated and may contain inaccuracies.
ABC Radio Melbourne Breakfast with Sammy J
I want to talk about amputation right now. The Amputee Club is not a club that anyone would necessarily choose to join, and yet it is a club that 8000 Australians find themselves joining every year, with varying causes, accidents, cancer, infections. And this was the experience of my guest today.
A man who is a colleague here at the ABC, a man who I follow on Twitter and he follows me, and yet about a year ago, one of his posts caught my attention because it was unlike any other. He said, hello friends, I’ve been in hospital for a little while and I’ve had my leg amputated. To find out how he’s going and how indeed that situation arose, I’m joined by planning manager for audio content here at the ABC and my online buddy, James O’Brien.
James, great to chat at last.
Hi there, Sammy. It’s interesting you said most people don’t choose.
Actually, when I was in hospital 12 months ago, I met a woman who chose to have an amputation. Really? For what reason? Well, she’d had ongoing pain for a number of years and it just got to the point she was actually previously a nurse and she knew the pros and cons of what she was about to go through and she chose to have an amputation. And look, there’s a Facebook group I’m involved with where also people talk about their choice to have it because of ongoing medical problems.
Gotcha. For me, it was like I had no idea what happened. I was sick.
I went into an unconscious state. I missed an important work deadline. My friends said, where’s James? What’s going on? The ambulances arrived.
The police arrived. They took me off. They chopped my leg off a few hours later.
And what was the reason? Look, I had an infection which just went terribly wrong, which went into sepsis. So it went up the inside of my leg. I went into a diabetic coma because I was really very sick and it all went terribly wrong after just a lovely holiday and a cut foot on a beach.
It was, I mean, just from afar watching and thinking, how can this happen so suddenly? But of course it does. And you don’t think it’s going to be you. And then it is.
I’m really curious about those first days and weeks, James, in the hospital, your responses, your reactions. And may I ask, where did you get the most support from? I got fantastic support from the hospital staff. They were really great.
I was on, I was in cloud cuckoo land. I was on some serious pain. I haven’t heard of that hospital, but, you know, it sounds like.
Oh my goodness. The pain relief was pretty remarkable. It was fentanyl and other drugs like that.
But, you know, it was really friends and family who really looked after me. I went in as a public patient because it was an emergency situation and I received the absolute best of care. I remember watching online when you started to walk, you had a prosthetic, all these sort of situations, which just reminded me that no matter how bad an incident is, like life continues, that we’re all living our lives.
You were living your lives. You were talking about returning to work as well. Does the last year feel like a year or a decade to you? Oh, it feels like it does feel like a decade.
Actually, I was in hospital for four months and because there was quite a bit of rehab involved and while it really wasn’t safe for me to come home living by myself. So there’s a lot of rehab that I had to do in the hospital. I also had to learn how to become a diabetic.
One of the most awesome things is I was very quickly, I had a phone call out of the blue from that organisation, Limbs for Life, which is actually based in Melbourne, which is a national organisation from a peer support volunteer who had a very similar circumstance to my own. Again, a cut foot on the beach that all went terribly wrong and it was so great to actually have that sort of phone call. And then also pretty quickly, I had the support of the hospital, the social worker there, the physio, the OT, to actually get the NDIS support to come through as well.
So I just had yesterday my renewal meeting for the NDIS and we’ll have funding for the next couple of years. That has made such a difference because there are so many things that you just can’t afford. For example, a prosthetic leg, we’re talking tens of thousands of dollars to get my new leg and there’s no way I could have afforded that, I could have for a longer term, but a one-off quick payment, get your leg, there’s no way I could have done that without the NDIS.
I’m chatting to James O’Brien who works here at the ABC, but who one year ago, as we’ve just been hearing, had his leg amputated and has just marked the first stump-aversary, that’s your words, not mine. Is that a common phrase? Look, it is that, the amp-aversary, stump-aversary. I think everyone takes it with good humour and that sort of thing.
And look, there is a lot of humour. I’ve heard every single joke there is about, don’t go out and get legless. Heard those jokes, there’s nothing to say, heard it all before.
But there is a great sense of humour, I have found. But there are also some really pretty difficult situations. I’ve been part of an American Facebook group and oh my goodness, they don’t have the National Disability Insurance Scheme, of course.
And there’s some really sad, terrible situations there. Also, lots of people on the group that I’ve been involved in have talked about phantom pain, which is you feel like your leg is still there. And I get that from time to time.
I feel like I have a sensation in my leg that’s no longer there. The first time I walked on a prosthetic limb, I put my foot down and I felt like my toes were touching the ground. It’s a very strange sensation.
There’s different therapy you can do for it, but it’s something that can be an ongoing thing. I also have to keep an eye on my leg and my feet, on the other leg as well, just in case things go wrong. James, aside from the obvious, how has this affected your relationship with your own body? Look, it’s interesting.
I always thought I had quite good legs. I always thought I had pretty nice legs, actually. I’ve had to reappraise myself in that sort of situation.
The other thing I’ve had to really become aware of is my presence in the community. Because you go out and people don’t see you because they’re walking along looking at their mobile phones or they’re sitting on a tram in the disability seats and don’t look up to see that you need help. So I’ve actually become more conscious of that and my presence in the world in both a physical sense and a more deeply spiritual sense.
Has your confidence grown in those moments, for example? Would you now proudly and rightly be able to say, excuse me, can I please have that seat? Yeah, I’d do that. I usually do that. And I also do it for other people who I think need it as well.
I still don’t feel confident in some parts of getting out in the community. So for example, I went to a fairly busy sporting event recently and a music event and I was terrified the entire time that I was going to fall over.
Well, James, as you would appreciate, it’s Breakfast Radio. So you know more than anyone that we should have more time than we do to chat. So I hope we get a touch base again. But I want to direct listeners to the beautiful article you’ve written.
It’s on the ABC News website, How My Life Has Changed in the Years Since I Became an Amputee. As I say, Twitter buddies, watching your journey for the last year. And it’s so great to be able to touch base this morning and to see that things are progressing well for you.
Imagine you’ve just come home from a holiday. You’re feeling a bit unwell. Not sure if it’s the flu or something similar.
The next thing you know, police are breaking into your home to save your life. You’ve collapsed. You’ve got an infected cut.
You’ve been rushed to hospital. Your leg then gets amputated below the knee. A year ago, this happened to my next guest.
James O’Brien had no idea this would be the turn his life took, but he’s determined to use his experience as a force for good. James, welcome to Afternoons.
Hey there, Michael.
Tell me how quickly this all happened.
Look, it happened very quickly. I was on a lovely holiday with friends in Cambodia and Vietnam, and I came back, and like you said, I was feeling a little bit sick.
And then I got, well, I passed out, basically. I was sort of not unconscious, but semi-conscious in a delirium for maybe two or three days, I think it was, when I was a little bit off the planet, according to some of my friends and colleagues. They said, you’re acting very strange, James.
Anyway, so I was losing control, and what was happening is I had a cut on my foot, and the infection was slowly getting worse and slowly moving up my leg. And when the ambulance and police arrived, along with friends, I don’t remember that at all. I’ve got a vague, vague memory of someone saying to me, don’t worry, we’re taking you to the hospital.
But that’s all I remember.
In the days afterwards, what went through your mind?
Well, I was in a coma, an induced coma, for three or four days. And when I woke up, my niece, who is actually a nurse, who knows about this sort of stuff, was sitting next to me and said, Jim, and my family calls me Jim, she said, we’ve got some news for you.
They’ve had to amputate your lower right leg. And she had to summon up a lot of courage to tell me. She thought I’d be really upset.
But actually, I didn’t feel too bad at all. I mean, I think it might have been the fact that I was on some very serious pain relief. It was fentanyl and ketamine and things like that.
So maybe it didn’t really dawn on me until maybe a little bit later.
Yeah. You work for the ABC, James, and there was a time you worked here in the Perth office, keeping everyone on the straight and narrow.
But there was a time when, and I was talking to my colleagues earlier about this, who were around when this happened to you, that you sort of disappeared off the radar. And you didn’t appear for a planning meeting. And this is when people started getting really worried about what had happened to you.
And I guess that’s really lucky that that happened. Look, the main thing is, I’m not sure if people remember, I used to present on the weekends on our digital radio platforms for ABC Perth and our other stations, I used to present a couple of hours of programs. And I was supposed to deliver those programs on a Friday.
And I didn’t deliver them. And everyone then got a bit worried because I’m always good at meeting deadlines, and I miss those deadlines. And that’s when phone calls started to be made, which I obviously didn’t answer, and so on.
And I live alone, so people just didn’t know what was going on. And that’s when the alarm bells were raised, and thank God they were. My very good friend and colleague, Joanne, said, we’ve got to get over there and see what’s going on.
So she rang up a couple of friends and said, let’s get over there, knocked on the door, no answer. And that’s when they called the police and the ambulance to come and see what was going on. And they sort of climbed around the windows and broke into the house and those sorts of things.
I suppose one of the downsides of living alone is that sometimes you’ve got someone else, if you live with someone else, who can keep an eye on things and nag you, go and get that foot checked out or something like that, which I didn’t do. And which is a real issue, because a lot of men of my age, I’m 58 years old, 59 in a few months time, we don’t look after our health. We think we’re going to be fine, and so on.
And it was so interesting because early in the piece, when I was lying in hospital, I got a phone call, a random phone call from an organisation called Limbs for Life, which is a support organisation for people who are amputees. And it was a guy on the phone who had an almost identical case to mine. And when I go to some of the amputee gatherings, there’s an awful lot of us who look like older men who haven’t looked after themselves.
So that’s hopefully one of the things I’m sort of emphasising by writing an article for the ABC website and talking on radio shows like this is, I would go to the doctor when I was sick, as opposed to checkups. So that was something I would say, blokes of a certain age, particularly, just go and get it checked out, because you don’t know what’s going on.
720, ABC Radio Perth. The Afternoon Show at 16 past three. My guest is James O’Brien. He, one year ago, had his leg amputated below the knee.
He had an infection, a small cut and undiagnosed diabetes. As you mentioned there, James, you are a part of a group that, as you’ve discovered in support groups, remarkably similar people in the same boats as you. But there are 8,000 people who have some kind of amputation across Australia each year.
And that’s quite a big number. Yeah. And it’s increasing too, for a bunch of reasons, one of which is the increase in diabetes in the country.
Diabetes is a leading cause of amputations, but there are other things too, like, for example, I met a woman a couple of months ago and she had cancer and lost one of her limbs through cancer. But there are a whole range of things. But yeah, amputations are on the increase in Australia.
You’ve mentioned in your article that you’ve written for ABC Lifestyle that you’ve passed what the amputee community calls your Stumpversary. And I guess as part of the tone of your article is this, I guess, lightness about what comes ahead for you now. What does the next year and the years beyond look like for you? Well, look, there’s always the risk.
I mean, I have a prosthetic limb now, which is great, which means I can walk around pretty well. I still find it difficult going out in crowds. There’s always the risk of someone knocking you over accidentally, which you can respond to when you have two legs.
So that’s an issue. And yesterday, in fact, only yesterday, I’ve been approved for a new prosthetic limb, which means I should be able to go and swim as well, which is awesome. So yeah, but there was always the risk that I could end up back in the wheelchair, which I was for about five months last year, unable to leave the house.
I live in an apartment block. There was heavy rain a few weeks ago, which stopped the lift. So it was really hard climbing up and down the stairs.
So there’s always the risk, but you’ve got to keep a good humor about things. And that’s one of the things, which has gotten me through. I’ve heard all the jokes, do you want a drink? Don’t get legless, James.
Heard that joke about 25 times. But you’ve just got to smile about things. And look, I could be dead.
I mean, I really could be. It was life and death for about 24 hours. And there was also the risk of brain damage.
So I feel incredibly lucky to be alive. And so for me, it’s just getting on with things. But I’ve also met people who don’t experience things so well, that it really impacts them.
And I understand why it does. I mean, I meet people who are double amputees. I’ve met someone who’s a quad amputee.
So there’s amputations on both legs and both arms. And I would find that hard, but maybe I just cope with it too. I don’t know.
You just got to thank goodness you’re alive and can live to tell the tale. And that’s what I say to anyone who might be going through this. Maybe anyone who’s going through… Some people have to make a choice to have an amputation.
So if you are going through an experience like that, reach out to some other people, read as much as you can, and go into it feeling that this is the next part of your life. It’s not worse. It’s not all of those things.
It’s just the next part of your life. Yeah, indeed. James, thank you so much for sharing your story.
ABC Central Coast Breakfast with Scott Levi
Are you punctual at work? Do you have habits at work? Do you do things on time? Do you have a pattern? Well, if you are a reliable worker, it could very well save your life. A great colleague of mine, who’s a fantastic radio personality who moved into management in ABC, James O’Brien, was saved by his work routine. And he joins us this morning in the studio.
Good morning, James.
Hi there, Scott.
This is quite an interesting aspect to what you went through, isn’t it? Take us through how your life was saved by the fact that you are reliable.
Yeah, so I used to present a weekend radio show on our digital stations and streams and so on. And I used to pre-record that program on a Friday and I would send it through to our offices to be played out on the weekends. However, just over 12 months ago, I didn’t make that deadline. And I’m really good at making deadlines. And it caused some concern amongst colleagues who tried to call me, no answer. They called friends, no answer. And they got to the point where they thought something is wrong. So they came to my house, knocked on the door, no answer. And what had happened was I’d recently been overseas and I had an infection in my foot, which had suddenly and quite dramatically taken over the lower part of my leg. And so I went into a diabetic delirium, undiagnosed diabetes, and I was basically out of it. And so they got the police in, they got the ambulance in, they took me to the nearby hospital, the closest hospital, and an immediate amputation of my lower right leg.
So it was blood poisoning, sepsis?
Yeah, sepsis. It was absolutely sepsis. Yeah.
And so you were really close to death. Why did they have to take your leg off, James, which is a pretty drastic sort of treatment?
Because the sepsis had turned into gangrene. I didn’t know this was going on because I was pretty much pretty out of it for a couple of days. So I didn’t know what was going on, but yeah, it basically had gone into gangrene. And like you say, it was a near death situation. If it had been maybe a few more hours before they found me, I would either be dead or I could be quite severely brain damaged.
The moral of the story, be a punctual, hardworking, reliable person. We’re speaking with James O’Brien from the ABC and it’s also very relevant, James. It’s the 12 month anniversary of this life shattering event. Take us through that time. And now you’re back in the workplace, of course, doing a great job as per usual at the ABC.
Yep. I’m back four days a week now. I still get tired because when you’re an amputee, you actually are physically more active because you’re having to do more steps and all those sorts of things. And also the undiagnosed diabetes means I suffer from a bit of fatigue. So I’m back four days, which is pretty good, but I was in hospital for four months. Initially I was in a coma, an induced coma for a few days. And then my niece came down from Lismore. Thankfully she’s a nurse, so she understood what was going on. And she, when I came out of the coma, said, look Jim, I’ve got to tell you something. And she was really worried about telling me this, that they’d amputated my lower right leg. But I was actually quite calm about things. I think it’s possibly I was still on a lot of pain relief. Some of those hospital drugs, whoa. So I was still on a lot of pain relief. And I also was just realised I was lucky to be alive. So, you know, my attitude throughout this whole experience has been pretty good. Some people find it absolutely traumatic. And when you say to people like, you know, you’ve had an amputation, they think, oh, how on earth did you get on? And isn’t this terrible? And I’ve said, look, the situation could be a hell of a lot worse.
Look, it shocked us all, all of your colleagues. And it really was mind-blowing to think. But your attitude through the whole thing has been terrific, mate. I must say you’ve been really accommodating to people. You’ve probably had the same stupid questions over and over again. You know, what do you do with your socks? I don’t know. But now we’re seeing lots and lots of images on TV of many amputees getting ready for the Paralympics in Paris.
It’s really interesting, isn’t it, that once every four years we see a lot of this, although it’s pretty common, I believe.
Yeah, look, I never really noticed amputees before this. Maybe, you know, sometimes you’d see someone walking down the street and, yeah, you go, oh, amputee. But it’s around 8,000 Australians each year have an amputation of some form, whether it’s fingers, toes, thumbs, to whatever it might be, to, in my case, lower limb, to some people I’ve met have been upper limb. I’ve met one man who was a quadruple amputee, thanks to meningococcal disease. So it’s actually pretty common, and it’s increasing too, and particularly amongst older Australians. So a lot of men, like, of a certain age, I’m 58, almost 59 years of age, and I looked, I used to go to the doctor when I got sick, but never really went for regular checkups. I should have. That might have helped with this, and also might have helped with the undiagnosed diabetes. But I now see amputees everywhere. Sometimes they’re wearing shorts or dresses or something like that, but other times you just sort of see them, and they’re wearing longer pants. I’m wearing a pair of longer pants today, for example, and you would never know, except if you’ve got the eye, and you can actually recognise that someone, oh yeah, they’re walking in a certain way, that you can see that they’re a lower limb amputee, in the case of me. Or other times, you know, it’s something people are born with. There’s a woman I work with here at the ABC who is an Olympic, a Paralympic champion, swimmer. She was born with different length limbs. So that is also an issue why some people wear prosthetic legs or limbs. Other people have diseases like meningococcal, or for me, sepsis. Other people, it’s cancer. I met one woman a few months ago who had cancer, and they had to remove the bottom part of her left leg. And then there’s another one I know who I met in hospital, who was there when I was there. She chose to have an amputation of her right leg, lower right leg, because she put up with pain over a number of years. So there are so many reasons why this happens to people. And, you know, everyone’s experience is slightly different in lots of ways.
James O’Brien, thanks for sharing your story. And it’s something that, in some cases, may be avoidable, as you say, if we get those health checks. But we’ll certainly catch up with you during the Paralympics to talk about your experience and what inspires you.
“You know you’re getting older when you start going to more funerals than weddings”, the husband of a friend joked tonight. He was right. Back in the 70s and 80s, I was going to family weddings. Then by the 90s, it was friends getting married. Now, in 2011, it’s the children of friends who are getting married.
I have two female friends, both in the 50s, who both have sons (only children) about thirty years old. One of those sons is engaged, while the other got married today. So my take on the “you know you’re getting older” is “when you stop going to friend’s weddings, and start going to the weddings of their children”.
And it was a really lovely wedding. Even though they’re both only 31 years old, the couple have been in a relationship for ten years. And they still seem as in love and committed to each other as when they first met, though obviously moreso since they’ve decided to make an important life commitment.
I find it doubly amazing because I remember the groom when he was about ten years old. For a couple of years, his mother and I shared a house while he went to boarding school. I remember him as a young kid with long blonde hair and a squeaky voice. Now, 20 years later, he’s a lovely man who makes wonderful, articulate speeches at wedding which are honest, articulate and funny, and full of emotion. His mum has done a great job bringing him up. And so I was pleased and proud to attend today’s wedding.
Unlike most of the weddings I’ve been to as an adult, it was a full Catholic Mass Wedding with communion and everything. OMG, I should have gone to confession, though perhaps if I had I would have been in there so long the wedding may not have got underway even now :) The reception was upstairs at the Tea Rooms in the Queen Victoria Building which was a very stylish place, a nice sized space, and somewhere I’d highly recommend. And by the end of the night, the perfect place for a bit of a boogie on the dance floor. Even if I can’t keep up the pace on the dance floor I once did, I’ve still got rhythm and can boogie with the best of them.
Overall, a lovely day, and great to see some people I haven’t seen for a couple of years.
As you’ve undoubtedly read over the last few days, Spain is undergoing what’s being described as “the greatest political crisis in decades”, as there is a move to declare Catalonia (the north east part of the country, centred on Barcelona) independent. Not that I’ve really seen much of it here in Madrid. Although I know there was a major protest here yesterday AGAINST independence, the most I’ve seen has been Spanish flags on lots of buildings, and lots of people (yesterday) carrying and draping themselves in Spanish flags.
Though I had some knowledge of the reasons for the independence campaign before coming here, it wasn’t until today that I decided to read up a little more, to better understand things. I knew they spoke a different language, and I knew there was a long history of an independence movement. Today, I read the movement has transitioned from being a fairly left-wing movement to one with broader appeal, perhaps even a little right-wing. At the moment, however, there are questions about degree to which people in Catalonia want independence. Despite a strong “yes” vote in the unofficial referendum, it seems less than fifty percent of the actually population voted. And today, there was a “no rally” which attracted several hundred thousand people in Barcelona alone. On Tuesday, the leader of Catalonia is expected to formally declare independence, and on Wednesday morning, we’re headed to Barcelona. It’ll be interesting to see if there are further protests when we arrive there. For family and friends reading this, and thinking back to last week’s violence there, we promise to “stay safe”.
As you walk around Madrid there are lots of “political” statements. There’s a huge banner declaring “refugees welcome”. There’s also “yes/no” vote underway, as the people of Madrid have their own citizen referenda on a range of issues. And despite the apparent religious conservatism of the country (overwhelmingly Catholic), it’s heartening to see so many obviously gay men being affectionate to each other in public. As I sat at a bar in a main square this afternoon, there was a couple of gay men openly, passionately kissing. Later, I discovered the metro station, Chueca, centred on the main gay area of town, was proudly displaying rainbow decorations.
I think it’s interesting to reflect on this stuff, because, as a tourist you often only find yourself visiting the “historic” parts of a city. They’re the places which, understandably, hold a lot of attraction. You visit the palaces, the castles, the churches, and the ancient squares, and they’re absolutely terrific.
But when I travel, I also like to better understand the contemporary aspects of a city as well. So today, I went for a few big walks, and hopped on a few buses to what you might call “Modern Madrid”. Down by the river, in the midst of the ancient bridges, there were ordinary people going for their walks. Kids in prams. Grandmothers in wheel-chairs being taken out for an afternoon in the sun. Simple small, neighbourhood bars where you find older people sitting around, laughing, and where they serve a bit of sausage/salami on a piece of bread (as opposed to something more “gourmet” as their “tapas”), and where for 4 Euros, you get two beers and four small snacks. That’s a bargain you won’t get at Plaza Mayor!
Tomorrow, I’m thinking it’s museums and galleries.