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Escape Room

 Have you ever been to one of those escape rooms? The ones you go to, play the game for 45-60 minutes and then get out. The game is usually based on solving some kind of a mystery or a problem, but even if you fail with the given task, you will get out of there when the time is up. A couple of weeks ago I suggested a member of my family that we really should go and try out an escape room-game. That would be fun for us, I thought. But the reaction I got back from my family member was quite priceless, when he said; "Are you kidding me? You have lived for years in a real life escape room, and now you voluntarily wanna go to one?!" That was not the reaction I was waiting for, but then I quickly realized he was completely right. Why would I choose to be locked up for an hour, just for the sake of amusement?  That day we chose to do something else, and I might even in the future make the same choice.  If you have lived in a real life situation where you felt mentally and/or phy...
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Asumispalveluyksiköt vs. oma Avustajarinki!

  Miksi muutin pois asumispalveluyksiköstä? Tässä tulee mun tarina lyhyesti . Vammauduin lokakuussa 2014 lentäessäni hevosen selästä suoraan niskoilleni maneesin seinän reunaan, jolloin neliraajahalvaannuin heti sillä sekunnilla kun C-5 nikama pamahti rikki ja pirstaloitui selkäytimeen. Olin ensin reilun kuukauden teho-osastolla Töölön sairaalassa, ihan mahtavien tehohoitajien käsissä ja mua kuntoutettiin jo siinä vaiheessa eri tavoin siihen, että pystyisin irtautumaan hengityskoneesta. Omat keuhkot alkoivat jo toimia sen verran että pystyin siirtymään muuhun kuntouttavaan osastohoitoon, ensin Töölössä ja sitten sieltä Synapsiaan selkäydinvammaosastolle, jossa asuin melkein kokonaiset puoli vuotta. Yhteensä sairaala-, ja laitoskuntoutuksessa asumista kertyi noin kahdeksan kuukautta, joka on aika pitkä aika pois "kotioloista". Jäin vammautumisen jälkeen ihan "tyhjän päälle" asumisen suhteen, enkä todellakaan tiennyt miten tulisin pärjäämään missään. Minulle ja läheis...

Are you dead yet?

 I'm still alive and wondering about life! 9 years have gone by so fast and it's time to reflect back on what's been happening lately. In 9 years I have moved four times and I'm currently living by myself in a very nice two bedroom apartment, with open concept kitchen (yes, very trendy indeed😂), large balcony and of course a SAUNA🩶. This is something I could not have in Helsinki during the five years I lived there, so this is definitely an upgrade! Outside, just around the corner, I have access to shops and a park, which is a big plus when moving around in a wheelchair. In Helsinki I lived beside the metrostation and there were not much of anything green around ( if you don't count the green smoke from my pot-smoking neighbours...😅) Good times, good times... So after that, during the worst Covid-19 pandemic in 2020 I moved to Nummela, Vihti and lived there for about 2,5 years with my boyfriend, until we "crashed and burned" really badly... I decided to ...

You're gonna get what's coming!

Everything is temporary. Everything you have going on in your life right now is meant to last just for a while. Good or bad, nothing's gonna last forever. Life is so freaking fragile. One second you can see your future ahead of you, thinking that what is yet to come is clear and obvious, although one move can change it all for good. Embrace everything you have right now, because it can all change in a heartbeat. That's how fragile we are, no matter how badass someone can seem to be, in the end we're just flesh and bone. If your normal life seems miserable to you, but you have your health, oh, you don't know have lucky you really are! You can do anything as long as you are fit and healthy. It has been a couple of years since the last time I shared any thoughts here with you. The reason is that 2017 was a really rough year for me and 2018 was in a way the year I just wanted the storm to pass. The only thing is that I don't know if the worst time of my life now is fi...

300 bad, 65 good

This year has been a real rollercoaster for me. But I must admit that I enjoyed more the Tommy Lee drum-kit rollercoaster in 2015, when Mötley Crue played their last show in Helsinki. My rollercoaster wasn't that cool, and it lasted way too long. During this year I've been in and out of hospitals, faced fears and felt miserable. From time to time I've been a human wreck, capable of doing nothing. It's been a day-by-day battle, and waiting for the storm to pass. After the accident in 2014, this year has definitely been the second shittiest (SO FAR, like Homer Simpson would say. Yes I could quote someone else, but i prefer Homer). Thanks to my dear friends and family, I've had some fun too! I could say that the amount of shit you are going through, you need to at least double that with loud music and laughter. That's in my Survival guide. I don't really know what people in their 20's or 30's should do, but I sure miss working. I'm still hopefu...

Miracles don't happen here

The day I fell, a part of me was left behind. And I'm never gonna get it back. To accept Your fate. I instantly knew the true meaning of those words, because I accepted my fate. Maybe because in that moment, it was the first and only thing I could do...  The second thing was to start fighting. To fight for what was left of me. It's soon 3 years since my first and biggest battle begun. It's funny how it still feels like yesterday, but maybe it's always gonna be my yesterday. Because even riding the last time feels like days ago, not years. So all this weirdness, is because of my "yesterday". So when accepting my fate, I started my second life. Some say it's a miracle for me to be alive, but I see it differently. It's a curse I wanna escape, a prison door I wanna unlock and walk out of llke Stallone. But then there are you, my troops .You make me keep going, and believing in something worth fighting for. Because there are no miracles, it's...

Everything vs. Nothing

After a pretty dramatic spring, I've finally now made "full" recovery. The surgery went a lot better than anyone could have expected, and there were no need for intensive care. That was a big relief, to wake up and understand that I was able to breath without any machines. But because of my good luck (which I'm known for), the last evening I had some trouble breathing, when my oxygen saturation went as low as 90. With a little help, everything were OK the next day, and after only 4 days I was lucky to get home (with the memory of being in the same hospital for 2 months in 2014, and 2 weeks in 2015). All good I thought, until... I got to my 1 week check-up. Where they found out that my esophagus was still fuxxed up. So, it took nearly 3 months to get the license to eat, which of one month even without drinking any water. So now I've been a happy-little-eater for a month. And life is good you must think? Well life is a bitch still, when you least expect it to be...