I’m normally upbeat but today I feel scared to death about my future with this horrid disease.
I can just about get to my powered wheelchair using my walker but it’s getting harder and harder. I’ve been showering and drying myself independently but ditto it’s getting harder and harder. I go in my bedroom put my own nickers on. Steve comes in to help me with bras then leaves me and I put the rest on, but ditto it’s getting harder and harder. I go to the loo independently, putting pants down then pulling them back up, but that’s getting harder and harder.
I’m home alone tonight as I am every Monday night when Steve goes out to a music session (he plays the fiddle). I get into my pjs independently around 6pm (ditto this is getting harder and harder) and we eat about 7. He goes out about 7.45, comes back between 10.45 and midnight.
Sorry for offloading but I needed to let it out. Thanks for reading xx
I can just about get to my powered wheelchair using my walker but it’s getting harder and harder. I’ve been showering and drying myself independently but ditto it’s getting harder and harder. I go in my bedroom put my own nickers on. Steve comes in to help me with bras then leaves me and I put the rest on, but ditto it’s getting harder and harder. I go to the loo independently, putting pants down then pulling them back up, but that’s getting harder and harder.
I’m home alone tonight as I am every Monday night when Steve goes out to a music session (he plays the fiddle). I get into my pjs independently around 6pm (ditto this is getting harder and harder) and we eat about 7. He goes out about 7.45, comes back between 10.45 and midnight.
Sorry for offloading but I needed to let it out. Thanks for reading xx
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