The C stands for Cervical, which is the region that starts at the top at C1, where the spine meets the brain and works its way down ending at C7, which is when the Thoracic region starts, round about the collarbone.
My SA has a spinal cord injury at C6, at the point where the 6th vertebrae in his spine used to be (not to brag or anything but he now has a titanium C6 – who can say that eh?). Simplified, this means that he is paralysed from the chest down, with, just to make things extra interesting, limited hand function.
(Look away now honey, this is the annoying eye-rolling bit where I tell everyone how brave, amazing and inspirational you are . . .)
Oops, already did it. But he truly is, my Significant Other, my Alpha Male, he is my Significant Alpha.
Hopefully he actually has stopped reading now as this is the bit where I mention that he is also, for all intents and purposes, the same impatient, loud, potty-mouthed wind-up that I married, before he went and got himself hurt, the impetuous fool.
The Big “Adventure”
Our big adventure, before we ran into the C6-shaped chasm in the road, started in December 2004. An unsuspecting and utterly innocent 20 something walked into her local pub, where the Ginger Prince Charming lay in wait wearing his best pants. After he conducted a surreptitious physical appraisal and established a few basics i.e. 1) that she liked curry and 2) that she liked curry, the Ginger Prince swept her off her Converse and whisked her away in his Golf GTI. Maybe it was the lucky pants, or maybe it was the vat of wine he had plied her with, but she was in love. (It may be worth noting that this point that I was also very much in love with my country, the landlady, the bar taps etc etc).
A few house moves, a few arguments (most of which I won), 2 snotty short people and a lot of curries later, we took a holiday to a glorious island, now known as The-Land-that-Shall-Not-Be-Named. In that April 2014, life took a bit of a nose dive (excuse the pun dear).
Whilst I certainly know more than I did 3 years ago, I want to stress that I do not at all profess to be an authority on anything, certainly not SCI or marriage or parenting. Savoury snacks and gin? I’m your gal, but I do not know what it’s like to have a spinal cord injury. I do however have a few year’s experience of what it’s like when it happens to your partner and that is where I am coming from on this site.
Three years on this April, I believe (yes I do, yes I do, yes I do) that we, as a family are clambering up the other side of this slippery, rocky ravine on our way to happiness and enlightenment . . . but it’s still pretty slippery. And rocky. And the curry-eating has got a little messier. In the meantime I, with muddy knees and sweaty palms hope to provide some light entertainment at our expense and maybe even provide some comfort to any other partners out there, wherever you are on your big adventure (or if you prefer, bloody nightmare).
Is there even a funny side to all of this? Believe me, when it comes to some things, there really is if you see it. I will do my best to tell you about the things that makes us laugh / do our heads in. Laughter and generally taking the p*ss is how my whole family survive day to day so if you have a super sensitive side, maybe leave it at the door and collect it later.