So, as the world tries to return to normal, I find myself pondering electric wheelchairs.
Many years ago a dr told me to get over myself and use a stick, it will help you save energy. He was right.
I find myself more and more realising that I dont do things, miss out, or push myself too hard which ends in disaster; either because I struggle to get home, or I am exhausted and unable to move - no exaggeration.
I always said I dont want to be stopped from doing things. Last week I was unable to watch my son play his match. So I need to get over myself and get something that will help.
All that sounds logical and very straight forward. But of course, as with most things, things are not that simple.
There is the emotional struggle, very selfishly - what it will mean for me. But also it is a massive big deal for my family. They didn't ask for any of this, but then, I suppose, neither did I.
I know they will get used to it. It will just take time, and adjustments. Understanding how much adjusting is also difficult for those around me.
Up until now, my stubbornness, strength, and determination have enabled me to mask how difficult I was finding things physically. But I am no longer able to cover it up, so the jump for others to see is massive; from seemingly managing, to really not coping with basic mobility at all.
So, get it sorted woman.
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