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TOP 5 Things that saved me when I was Covid positive…

I thought I was one of the lucky ones that had managed to dodge the covid bullet …

How wrong was I!

Nothing and no one can explain to you how bad this virus can make you feel. Just know that there’s light ūüí° at the end of the tunnel and you will make it through to the otherside.

This brings me to the TOP 5 THINGS that helped me make it out the otherside.


Once you test positive for covid you are required to register your positive results on the Queensland Health website

It walks you through the process step by step. From there you will be advised to do an online Selfcare Check, if you’re unsure whether you should see a doctor or you can call the National Coronavirus Helpline 1800 020 080

In my case, I needed to be admitted to a Virtual Ward. I had a doctor call me within 24 hours of registration to assess my situation and monitor my symptoms. Each day without fail, I received that call. Just knowing I had that someone, a doctor no less, looking after me was a huge relief.

I was sick, very sick during my isolation and required antibiotics for a chest infection. The doctor had the antibiotics, along with a pulse oximeter, couriered from the hospital, straight to my back-door. I can’t tell you how grateful I am to have had these fabulous people looking out for me. I felt safer knowing that someone would call me everyday, no matter what!

#2. DIFFLAM Throat Spray.

Your throat will feel like you’ve swallowed razor blades. No matter how much you try to not to swallow, it will still f#*@ing hurt. Lozenges are a NO! They say suck on a Lozenge and it will ease your pain! NO IT WILL NOT…. if you suck, you have to swallow!

Difflam spray (check with the doctor before using) has an ANAESTHETIC in it, which will 100% numb your throat so that you can swallow. It lasts for a few hours, giving you some relief to what otherwise is torture.


Warm water, trust me, is far better on a sore throat than cold water. I’m no tea drinker, however I was downing peppermint tea like it was my new best friend.

Here’s a little piece of wisdom I picked up many moons ago when I worked in pharmacy ‚öēÔłŹ. Take your medication with warm water, not hot water, just warm water, it helps the body absorb it quicker and it helps hydrate you faster.


You are going to NEED tissues. Well I did anyways. A couple of large boxes of tissues got me through the toughest of times.

Because I had a chest infection on top of covid, I coughed, sneezed, snotted and dripped mucus for 5 days straight. My eyes didn’t stop running for days and during the night, WOW did I dribble. I tried piling the tissues on top of the pillow every night before I dropped off to sleep or I’d wake up to a cheek slimmed with mucus….eeeyuck!

#5. The good old SPEW BAG!, CHUCK BAG!

NO…. I had no vomiting! So why a chuck bag then you may ask?

These handy dandy bags are GREAT for disposing of your snotty tissues. With the mother load of tissues I’d use at one time and with no means of depositing them into a rubbish bin each time, these little gems worked well.

No loose snotty tissues in the bed covers to be washed with the next load of bedding. All those germs contained in that one deposible magic bag.

I hope my 5 TOP THINGS can prepare you in some small way should you find yourself ūüéĮ targeted by covid

p.s. I forgot to put on my bed on the list of things I couldn’t have done without during my covid experience. I was in need of sitting up to breath during the first 5 days, so without my beautiful bed, this would have been a challenge to say the least.

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Silence is Golden

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A moment in time ….

My inner self woke to complete silence this beautiful Autumn morning , for that one or more seconds not a creature was stirring not even the neighborhood dogs. If I listen carefully I can hear the sounds of the wind rustling through the leaves of the tree outside my window , the tiniest of sound coming from the bamboo windchimes on my verandah and the tiniest tinkle from another windchime as the breeze comes and goes.

Golden silence

However nothing lasts forever and neither did the silence. Moments later it started with a lone Raven in the distance, then the plane full of people looking for that few minutes of adrenaline, the sound of parachutes popping open. A vehicle, a baby, the sound of jet ski’s blowing in on the southerly breeze. Slowly but surely the neighborhood was coming alive.
And that my friends is the end of my golden silence for another day …

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Who doesn’t love a ROAD TRIP???

A day trip to Toowoomba is a great idea. A great idea for families with lots to see and do. A beautiful scenic drive to the country to shake loose the tensions of the hussel and bussel of city life.

I took that drive last weekend with my sister and my bestie. We started off from my place a little later than we should have for a 2 hour drive (156.7 km) to the country. But it was worth it.

TOOWOOMBA… a beautiful country town 1 hour 36 minutes (125 km) from the city of BRISBANE. Toowoomba is a city in the Darling Downs region of southern Queensland, Australia. It’s known for Cobb & Co Museum, with its horse-drawn carriages. The Royal Bull‚Äôs Head Inn is an 1800s homestead with colonial-era displays. To the northeast, Ravensbourne National Park is home to towering red cedarsand rainforest. Nearby Crows Nest National Park features a eucalypt forest, granite boulders and Crows Nest Falls.

COBB & CO Museum

Now a trip to Toowoomba warrants a trip to the COBB & CO Museum. Full of artifacts from the past. Transportation being one of their larger displays. There’s Indigenous displays, science and technology of the time, hands on displays, artifacts of how our ancestors lived and worked (off grid) yep no internet …. wow imagine that!!! A great souvenir shop and a pretty awesome cafe too. Did I mention affordable and “WHEELCHAIR ACCESSIBLE” too.

Parking, cafe, the entire museum and displays all wheelchair friendly. They even have a complementary wheelchair available for anyone needing a little extra support.

Admission some time ago

Windmills … any size will do

Royal Mail Stage Coach… anyone?

One of many Surrey’s on display

This beautiful little girls dress made from timber

Timber shoes to match the dress

PICNIC POINT a view of the Valley you shouldn’t miss. Once again very accessible for us wheelies. Take in the view down the valley from one of the viewing points or the cafe. There’s BBQ’s, picnic areas, along with wheelchair accessible public toilets. Oh did I mention walking trails too.


Picnic Point is a heritage-listed park at 168 Tourist Road, Rangeville, Toowoomba, Toowoomba Region, Queensland, Australia. It was added to the Queensland Heritage Register on 13 November 2008. 


Now unfortunately we just ran out of time to explore any further, so that makes for another ROAD TRIP to TOOWOOMBA. (Watch this space)

Let me leave you with a quote I heard today … Happiness is amazing, it’s so amazing, it doesn’t matter if it’s your or not. Stay happy peeps. ūü¶č

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Kuschall Wheelchair 

Seated photography is someone who uses a wheelchair or a chair and takes photographs while in a seated position.  Professional or amateur,  we all  use a chair of some kind. Me..I’m in a wheelchair

For those who aren’t aware of my disability,  I have FSH MUSCULAR DYSTROPHY aka Facioscapulohurmeral Muscular Dystrophy. A rare muscle wasting disease that slowly takes my ability to walk, dress, shower, cook, clean,  hold my arms up to drink from a cup, cut my food, sometimes feed myself. Anything and everything that you may take for granted. 

Magnificent ghost gum 

I don’t pretend to be a great photographer,  I just love creating an image.  When I’m behind the camera clicking away I tend to lose track of time and sometimes my surroundings.  It takes me to another place  where I’m focused yet extremely relaxed. 

You’re probably asking yourselves right about now “how”? How does she take photos if she can’t hold her camera? 

I place my camera on my knee, I flick my side view screen around so I can see what I’m aiming at and click. I tilt it in many directions but mainly landscape. I’ve use a tripod a couple of times, however I need to have someone with me to assist with setup and mount my camera to it. I’ve also got a camera pole but like most things I have to be able to carry it with me and I have to be able to mount the camera to it on my own.¬† This is why I mostly leave them at home.¬†

I love to challenge myself to create a unique visual image whenever I’m shooting. I could spend all day playing with my camera and it’s setting just to see what I can create.  

Below are just a few of my latest photos for you to enjoy or take a look at my Instagram page #aimpointshoot  #lifesjourneyonwheeles

To see my next adventure …. you can find me on Facebook too @lifesjourneyonwheeles   @aimpointshoot   

Native Bottlebrush 
Willy Wagtail
Playing with settings 
Beautiful Sunset over Clontarf Beach Queensland 
My camera Jikon Coolpix 600

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26th November 2013 11.55pm – that call …

On this day 4 years ago

a beautiful caring loving lady farewelled this life forever.

Sandra Maureen Jackson nee Bennett 70 years of age.


Mum and I were both diagnosed with FSHD 3 months apart in 1983. Mum however had been treated all her life as a Polio patient.  In her early teens the docotors diagnosed and treated Mum for Polio.

Around the age of 12-13 Mum spent a whole year in a hospital ward in Melbourne strapped into a contraption called a Double Thomas Splint. a475261472_1280x720¬†This is how Polio patients were treated in that era. Mum was also given calipers to wear on her release from hospital. The doctors informed my grandmother that mum would most likely have to wear them for the rest of her life. This did not sit well with my grandmother, ¬†so after a few months of what my 5451016530_052a1e10a2grandmother considered torture, she couldn’t watch her daughter in these things any longer, so she removed them from my mums legs, never to be worn again. Yes mum had a limp but during her late teens early twenties Mum was a dancer – yep she loved to Rock ‘n’ Roll. A “kick up ya heels kind of gal”. She also walked everywhere, the family didn’t own a car, so it was walk, bus or train.

Still thinking she was a polio patient,  mum just got on with her life. She married, had children Рthree of us. Boy, girl (me) and girl.

She starting to struggle physically….. I remember as a child we – my brother and I would help take the washing basket downstairs to the laundry room and then we would bring it back up when mum had taken the clothes off the line. It was just what we did. I also remember an incident on the way home from the shops hustlers 6aone day. Mum was pushing my sister in the pram on the road, my brother and I were walking beside her on the footpath when mum tripped and fell to the ground scraping her knees to the point where they were bleeding. We freaked out of course, mum tried hard to get up but to no prevail she just couldn’t do it herself so she¬†had us, my brother and I go to the house that we were outside of, knock on the door and tell the person that mummy has fallen over and she can’t get up. I¬†can’t recall¬†what happened after that.

As her physical ability declined we all just accepted it for what it was and got on with life. The older I got the more responsibilities I took on. I remember Dad and I would do the grocery shopping every Saturday morning. Mum would come with us and do the weekly banking then sit and wait for us to finish.


During my early teens I was considered a clumsy child. There were no real signs that there was anything wrong with me.

  • I fell over occasionally – just clumsy
  • I fell off my bike occasionally – just really bad at riding a bike
  • I ran like a crazy weirdo – just a weirdo
  • I detested sports of any kind – just a nerd

Whilst I was being clumsy, weird, nerdy, very bad at riding a bike teenager, mum was doing the tripping thing more frequently and it was becoming a real problem for her. The doctors told her it was foot drop caused by the polio but fixable with surgery. They were going to fuse her ankles to stop her from tripping over her own feet. So mum went ahead with what was to be the first of three very painful surgeries.untitled The reason for three surgeries is because one was set wrong. She would come home from these surgeries with metal rods coming out of her ankle and lower leg and in plaster. Super scary looking.

Again no clue she had FSHD. So all these surgeries, calipers, the double thomas splint were all affecting her muscles unbeknownst to anyone. The one thing that finally jumped out and was noticed by her local GP was the fact her muscles were getting weaker and she was losing strength Рnot consistent with Polio patients.

Mum was sent off to the Royal Brisbane Hospital for tests and finally diagnosed with Facioscapulohumeral Muscular Dystrophy,  a muscle wasting disease that was hereditary. The doctors asked about us, her children. They explained that there was a 50/50 chance that she may have passed this disease onto one or all of us.

light-bulb-clipart-epiphany-3Ding ding ding, the bells went off in mums head and guess which direction she pointed the doctors in – yep my direction……

I was 16 years old being sent off to a big city hospital on my own. I came from a sleepy seaside town 40 minutes from Brisbane City, so yes everything was big and scary.

I spent that week in the Royal Brisbane hospital having tests, a biopsy¬†was taken from my arm muscle (humeral), photos taken for research purposes and this seriously painful test that¬†involved some big a%#e needles that were attached to a machine then pushed into my muscles, I was then asked to tense the muscle so the doctors could record the strength of that particular muscle. It was¬†the longest and scariest week I have spent alone in a hospital.¬†¬†A few weeks later we got the good news – “you have FSH Muscular Dystrophy”. 9364d

  • It’s not life threatening
  • you’ll live a full life
  • you’ll probably have to use a wheelchair at some stage
  • and there is no cure or treatment for this disease

Wow …. so we’re not going to die from it, that’s got to be a plus.

How wrong they were !!!

This disease weakens the facial (facio) , the shoulder and back (scapular) and the upper arm muscles (humeral). However it doesn’t stop there. There is weakness in the hips, trunk and lower limbs too.

The impact on daily life makes even the simplest tasks complicated. To live with this disease means living with pain, fatigue and for some social isolation that comes with being reliant on mobility aids.

You know my mum never complained, not once did I ever hear ask “why me”. She just got on with life and made the most of it.original

I became more and more aware of the term “suffering” as I watched Mum deteriorate right in front of me. This disease is cruel.

During the¬†last few years of Mums life her ability to do things for herself had diminished greatly. She couldn’t sit up straight without being propped up, she could no longer be hoisted from her bed to shower or toilet because it was far too painful for her. She 953514865bf6b8007762ec3ac2403446--rheumatoid-arthritis-quotes-endometriosis-quotescouldn’t brush her hair or her own teeth; scratch her nose or even blow her nose; feed herself or simply take a drink; lift her arms enough to turn the page of a book, sign her name, roll or reposition in bed without help; then eventually swallowing and even talking became difficult. Then there was the excruciating pain that was persistent. Control of her own life was¬†completely taken from her.

In the end this disease did take Mums life. It distorted her body so severely that her ribs were squashing her lungs making it difficult for her to take in enough air to breath.

If we don’t find a cure for this damn¬†disease in my lifetime¬†– then this could very well be my future.

I dedicate this post to an amazingly brave, strong, selfless, beautiful lady ….. My Mum.


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International Day of People with a Disability 3 December 2017 …


Let me start by saying …. Let’s celebrate International Day of People with a Disability. Lets make this world a¬†more inclusive¬†place for all those with a disability. Inclusion is important to our wellbeing. There are an awful lot of people in our communities with some form of disability suffering in silence because they are made to feel different.

My name is Tracey and I have FSHD – Facioscapulaohumeral Muscular Dystrophy.


Despite being considered one of the most common forms of muscular dystrophy in adults and children there are no treatments and no cure.

FSHD is commonly associated with progressive weakening of facial, shoulder and upper arm muscles. However, this explanation does little justice to a disease that can rob us of our ability to walk, talk, smile or even eat. The progression often comes in bursts with sudden deterioration followed by periods of no change. Living with FSHD means living with pain, fatigue and the social isolation that comes from being reliant on mobility aids.

I’ve spent over half my life in a wheelchair.¬†¬†After a bad fall in¬†2012 it¬†became permanent. I now use a powered wheelchair, which¬†gives me a little independence. However when I travel,¬†I use¬†my manual wheelchair (no independence), its way easier to¬†travel with¬†BUT not so great on my body.¬†I found this out whilst¬†travelling¬†nationally and internationally¬†as an Australian¬†Disabled Rifle Shooter.¬†16558541_10154400374457705_2003891848_nWhen¬†I travel¬†I have to leave all the good stuff¬†at home. It’s impossible to take the¬†necessary equipment from home on holidays.¬†I just make do if at all possible. Or … hire it. By making do, I put extra stress on my body and find I lose strength quicker throughout the day and I have a lot more pain to put up with.

This brings me to my¬†MISSION¬†– It’s all about Accessibility and Inclusion …..

Like I said before, the¬†past 5 years I’ve had my fair share of travelling around Australia and I’ve found booking an accessible room to suit my needs extremely difficult¬†at times.

As anyone connected to a person with a disability can verify ….. “We all have different needs”.

My mission is …. yet I haven’t worked out just¬†how. I’m going to need a little help with what I have planned. australian_flag_3¬†I want to travel Australia reviewing and rating some of these so-called accessible rooms so that anyone in a wheelchair looking to travel can book a room with absolute certainty knowing¬†that¬†the room will suit their needs¬†and hopefully make a change to how we (Wheelies)¬†holiday with no added stresses.

I would also like to work with local disability equipment¬†suppliers and the place of accommodation to have equipment made available to these rooms so that people like myself don’t have the added stress or expense of carrying our equipment with us or hiring the equipment when we arrive at our destination.



Accessibility and Inclusion

My own experience travelling with a team of wheelchair athletes has given me insight as to how we can go about fixing these problems with a few pieces of equipment provided with our room.

I need to do some research regarding prices, who to approach and how to make this work for us all. The ideal solution would be if we could book the equipment while booking¬†a room that meets our needs at NO EXTRA CHARGE …

20170616_154547This is not is not acceptable ….

Our Carer is¬†as important to us as the equipment we use.¬†They need a comfortable bed¬†and a good night rest¬†…¬†NOT a trundle-bed¬†. A disable room should come with 2 beds or a bed that can be split into 2 beds.

When I’m in Adelaide I stay at a beautiful place that has 2 disable rooms available. The first room is the bigger room with a great accessible bathroom, an electric high/low single bed, a double bed, a hoist, a shower/ toilet commode and a wheelie walker on request. Oh …. and a mirror in the bathroom that I can use. The second available room has an accessible bathroom and comes with a Queen size bed only.

The Hotel I use when in Sydney has 6 wheelchair accessible rooms available.¬†The bathroom is user-friendly¬†with the exception of¬†the mirror which¬†is way too high and not user friendly¬†…. how does a girl do her hair and make-up without a mirror ??? The room has 2 Queen size beds that are pure luxury.¬† If you¬†require the bed to be off the ground to fit a hoist under, they are only too happy to accommodate, they’ll even move the bed around to suit for transfers.

ibis AdelaideThe Ibis in Adelaide has nice rooms, bathroom user-friendly, they will split the King size bed in two to accommodate you and your Carer. The room itself is rather small, I can see it being a problem for anyone who uses equipment to transfer and the bed is not off the ground enough to suit an under bed hoist.


  • Super great bathroom
  • Bathroom mirror that’s¬†user-friendly … necessary for hair and make-up
  • low pile carpet, easy to wheel on
  • wider door way a plus
  • 2 beds in the room – not trundle beds for the Carer
  • equipment made available on request at no extra cost
  • adjustable bed height
  • room to move
  • great view …. a bonus




I would love your feedback on what YOU think would make a great getaway that’s accessible for you and or a family member with mobility requirements.


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Personal Care Givers – what they mean to me …

In 2012 my life changed directions. I went from being able to look out for myself on my own (Independent) to having someone come into my life and care for me on a casual bases.

June 2012 I had a fall and broke my knee. Eeek … Let me just take you back a bit to before this incident. I was using a wheelchair to help me get through the day. I was still walking around the house, however when I got tired I would hop in the chair and take a load off my legs. I could still get in and out of the car okay but I needed assistants with my manual wheelchair getting it in and out of the car, so all in all fairly mobile and able to look after myself. After breaking my knee my life was turned upside down. Not immediately because I wasn’t going to except it.

It was towords the end of 2013 when I realized I needed help. My family work and weren’t available during the day to help me out and my other dilemma was I needed someone who could help me out with my sporting career.

I contacted my client service manager at¬†Muscular Dystrophy Queensland and they helped me get the ball rolling with an application for funding for a personal carer with DSQ. That’s when Linda Delamotte and “YOUR HOME CARE” come into my life and change the way I lived for the better.


Linda was great. Our first meeting was to get together, ¬†Linda and I and talk about what I needed to make my life easier, less stressed, reduce the pain I was suffering at the time because I was trying to do things that I simply shouldn’t have been doing. We had a great talk, we covered everything from help going to doctors appointments, ¬†shopping, ¬†the dreaded house work and my sporting needs. ¬†Linda had been given fair warning by MD QLD that I was involved in Rifle Shooting and that my carer was going to have to like it too. She needed to be okay with handling a rifle, putting the rifle together before meets, loading it for me and travelling with me to all my competitions (State, National and International competitions).

Linda was amazing. She went back to her office, looked through a list of her staff at the time and found a girl lady who she thought would be compatible. My carer was young, fit, single and ready for an adventure with me.

The staff at Your Home Care are there 24/7 for their clients. Young, old, adventurous, recovering from an illness, respite for families or just a companion to keep you company.

I now have piece of mind and so does my family. I have the care I need and gives me independence.

For more information head over to Your Home Cares website¬† you’ll find contact details and a list of services their staff can provide you.

Thanks to Linda and her staff, ¬†I’m living a great life, stress free and I now represent Australia as a 10m Air Rifle Para-Shooter


Don’t forget live life like there’s no tomorrow ….. ūüíúūüíúūüíú

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4 Years on the Fundraising Carousel

I WILL NOT GIVE UP until I have reach my target of $150,000. What on earth could possibly cost that much? you ask ! …. A Van ! Yes you read it right A Van. A Volkswagen Comfortline people mover.


Your still asking WHY, HOW, WHAT …..

  • Volkswagen Comfortline approximately $50,000 (must have the remote sliding doors from factory)
  • The fit out which includes – removal of the entire interior, drop the floor level from the last row of seats in the rear of the vehicle right through to the front of vehicle. ¬†Addition of passenger seat that is removable and on wheel tracks so it can be place in the drivers position for able body drivers. Remote control ramp to be installed¬†on passenger side of vehicle. ¬†Safety pin placed on driver side for wheelchair driver to lock into while in wheelchair. Handcontrols to be added to suit my needs as a driver. I will NOT be using the steering wheel to drive.
  • There are other details and items that will be added too … $100,000

Now let me just say, that $150,000 is a figure given to me a few years ago. As you can imagine and I’m almost certain of, the longer it takes me to reach my target of $150,000, the more the price will rise. You can now understand my frustration.

The government will kindly give me $10,000 towards the finally costs of my vehicle.

I have so many people question the costs of this type of vehicle. ¬†They don’t understand that this vehicle is designed around my needs, so I’m able to drive for another 10 years. It’s not something you can just go and purchase off the shelf so to speak. Think about what I said at the beginning, ¬†I will NOT be using the steering wheel to drive, it will be a joystick and a few other buttons added so I don’t have to lift my arms while driving. This is the case for the accelerator too, yep joysticks, a bit like playing Playstation …. lol

I have finally reached the half way mark, just another 75,000 to go. I pray I have the strength to keep going. This Van is my independence. ¬†A friend asked me the other day “what will I do when there’s no more fundraising? ” I replied “Honestly I haven’t a clue” ¬†What I want to do once I have my Van is something to help others out there who would love to travel but don’t think they can. I want a job traveling the state or Australia and find the real accessible rooms and apartments in holiday accommodations around our country. ¬†I’ve stayed in a few places that say wheelchair accessible, ¬†yet haven’t a clue what that really means.

That’s another story for another day.

Don’t forget, ¬†live your life like there is no tomorrow … ūüíúūüíúūüíú

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Dumped in Doha Airport

Dumped by my porta in the middle of Doha Airport.

The Aussie para-shooting team, including myself were on a long flight from Australia to Zagreb Croatia for an International Shoot in Osijek. We had to change planes a number of times during a long long long non stop trip. We¬†disembarked¬†after landing in Doha and were ushered off rather quickly so we could catch our connecting flight that was actually waiting on us. Every wheelie team member acquired themselves a porta (its all part of the service) to get us to the other end of the airport¬†to board our next flight. The AB’s (able bodes) all jumped on one of those people vehicles they have in all airports (to save their legs).¬†Meanwhile the whole time we’re speed walking/rolling to catch our next flight with our porta in toe, all our equipment and¬†luggage was being swapped from one plane to the other, so we had a little time but not much really.

I was the last off the plane, picked up by my porta and off we go at a fast pass trying to catch up to the other wheelie. Fortunately for me he¬†knew where he was going,¬†ME … not a clue. So me being me tried to initiate a conversation with my porta ( I talk a lot¬†when I’m nervous) and I was nervous because I couldn’t see any of my team.¬†¬†We travel in our¬†team¬† uniform which¬†attracts loads of people wanting to know what kind of shooting we all do etc.¬†My porta was no different, we¬†chatted about where we were¬†heading and why. I made a comment on how often he had to walk the airport and how it must have been great exercise for him, small talk right.¬†He started to slow the quick speed walking to a casual stroll, it was then that I started to become very concerned, we were falling way behind the others, I¬†caught a glimpse of the last wheelie turning a corner, that’s it… lost sight of them all except Matt. Our team physio, Matt¬†was¬†the only AB with us, the others¬†had been¬†whisked off on the people mover¬†and probably already at the¬†terminal gate sorting out the boarding passes.


Lucky for me Matt still had me in sight, JUST … I was trying to catch¬†his¬†attention, I was trying¬†to hand signal him¬†to stop, hold up and wait for me. Mean time I’m still trying to make conversation with my porta because he’d gone quiet. Alarm bell are going off in my head, my heart rate was gathering speed, I thought I would just jokingly¬†mention¬†how¬†I’ve lost sight of my team mate and¬†how I hoped¬†he knew what gate I need to be at.¬†Then it HAPPENED he spoke again and said¬†“oh look 6 o’clock, I finish now, goodbye, good luck” and that was it …. I got dumped, he just left me in the middle of the airport. His shift was finish and so was he.

Luck was on my¬†side. Like I said before I was hand signalling our physio Matt¬†and luckily he stopped, he waited¬†for me before going around the corner with all the other aussie wheelies.¬†Me, well I’m just sitting there stunned, I had just been left¬†sitting in the middle of this foreign airport, in a foreign¬†wheelchair that I couldn’t wheel it very far on my own and¬†NO PORTA !!!¬†, our¬†physio look back over his shoulder just at that time when my porta walked off. Matt’s face said it all and so did mine, I’m sure of that. Matt’s¬† hand signalling me “WHAT THA”¬†¬†I’m hand signalling him back, buggered if I know …HELP!!! COME GET ME!!!

Thank god for Matt, I was rescued. We¬†made our connecting flight, the plane was waiting on us. It took them¬†a long time to get us all boarded, some of us toileted too because the plane we just¬†boarded¬†didn’t have an on board wheelchair. So we were going to have to hold it for another 6 hours …. pffft …¬†NOT!!!¬†¬†¬†The trip to the toilet is another story for another time.


I can look back now and have a good old belly laugh, it was funny at the time. Tried, hungry and busting to go to the loo, definitely not funny but¬†I really wouldn’t change anything. Yes my porta dumped me but I was rescued by Matt and all was good in the end. Besides I wouldn’t have these little stories to share with you all now would I ???

Remember – Live like there’s no tomorrow, because you never know what might be around the corner.


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A Documentary about ME …

Yes you read it right …. I have had a Documentary film made about me “how cool is that?”…. they filmed my journey to qualify for the 2016 ¬†Paralympic Shooting Team. I’ve had my very own film crew following me around for about 2 years.

It all started on a train ride home from a day in town (Brisbane City). I was in the city attending an independent living expo, where I spent most of my time stuck in one  spot with a flat tyre on my powerchair.  By the time I had it repaired it was time to go home.

I did learn something that day …. don’t leave home without a spare tube in case of a flat and if you ever do get stuck with a flat tyre, “CALL RACQ” They will come out and fix it for you “FREE OF CHARGE

My ride home is when I met a “STRANGER ON THE TRAIN“. One of the best days of my life, though I didn’t know yet. I met an amazing young man studying Film Making at Southbanks Griffith University of Film.

Lachlan James Morton has since graduated and is now on an adventure himself. First stop is Berlin.  Wolfe ( short film documentry Lachlan worked on) will be having its World Premiere at the 67th annual Berlinale, in the Generation 14plus category! .



So proud of this young man. I had an opportunity to view a short version of my own documentary and WOW !!! I can’t wait to see the full version.

Click on the above link to “WOLFE” the documentary facebook page and follow Lachlan and his crew members in Berlin. Wish them Luck ¬†– “break a leg” isn’t that film talk for luck?


Go out there and live your life to the fullest, ¬†live life like there’s no tomorrow …

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