This morning my husband drove me to physio again. Went well, we did some exercises sitting to mimic walking. Exciting as not done before. Transfer was using the rotator. Went so well I pretty near did it alone. Really great news is physio wants us to acquire a rotator now. When that comes yay no hoist, except maybe night time if I wake. Physio also thinks it will get me in any car. Bet local council wouldn't have paid for a tracking hoist knowing how long I'd need it! Rehab told them I was static. Static pah, I call this big progress! One day I WILL walk in there to show them! Have always said it and in a bizarre way it drives me. They wrote a letter when I left rehab. Made husband cry and he won't show me contents, says will upset me too much, sounds like he is right.

Happier thoughts quickly, I'm on such a high really. Haven't located my patterns yet but I am now the proud owner of left handed scissors, they arrived this morning.

Dinner soon, better go. Or is that wishful thinking where I feel so hungry?