It’s been only three days since I took to my wheelchair more or less full time, and I have no doubt at all that this is the way forward.
It’s not perfect – my flat is largely unsuitable but I don’t want to move as my neighbours are reasonably quiet – and if you’ve never lived in a flat, you have no idea how important that can be.
There’s another reason, too – I don’t have the spoons to survive a move. My last move, five years ago, wiped me out, and I’m a hell of a lot worse now than I was then.
Well, I’ve spent the afternoon and most of the evening in my chair, and my pain has been greatly improved. In addition, the dramatic worsening that happens every night between 21.00 and 21.30 simply didn’t happen (though it’s setting in now, at almost midnight). For the second day in succession I’ve got by on two shots of Oramorph. Yesterday that was a major battle, today it wasn’t.
History has been made – I’m sitting here, tweeting from my powerchair for the very first time.
Since my surgery, now, isn’t guaranteed to happen wheels are essential. Yep, I know I’ve said that before, but I keep putting it off as there’s no way back once committed.