Another day in this wheelchair
Oh how I wish I could walk or even stand enough to go further affield. After 6 months I'm so sick of the part of the house I can reach. Before the stroke I avoided housework, now I'm a nuisance doing all I can from my wheelchair. Keep hearing of people who walked so much sooner but remind myself all strokes are different before I get too depressed. Yuck, turned over tv coverage of the 1 mile run for thousands, upsetting seeing what I haven't yet. Tell myself off for self-pity, I'm lucky to be here.
Day started as all do, indignity of carers washing and helping to dress me. After breakfast follow the usual exercises, those I do 4 times each day, both for my speech and limb movement. I have set times so I do the half hour sessions, forces me to do them.
Should be a good day though. Out for lunch at Mum's, tinged with sadness too, 2 years to the day that Dad died. I found out I was ill a month after Dad died because I grew short of breath helping her nurse him, eventually sought doctor. Dad, cancer, stroke, as a soap storyline would be criticised as unrealistic! Visits out limited at moment as I need to come home for hoist to toilet! Be easier if I had a catheter but don't need one and when I did hated it. Car has a hoist fitted to get me in the passenger seat. Rather handy, I get out 2 or 3 times a week. more than I did when well! Beautiful day to out, warm and not a cloud in sight. Taking the boys, hope they don't disgrace us. They're 11 13 15, its youngest has doubtful manners as children do. Fairly good set of boys though in all. Youngest recently came 7th in tests at school for year of over 200, we were so proud.
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