In my last post I wrote about the effects of enzalutamide on my quality of life. My muscles continue to go rigid when I do not move, so that I wake up with nasty aches.
One issue is that of the toilet. When sitting down (which I do a lot because of being 100% urinary incontinent following an RP), I get about half way and my quads and knees give out, causing me to collapse the remainder of the way.
I spoke with J. about this, expressing my fear that I will one day collapse on to the loo and it will crack beneath me. She has now, during today's midday nap, ordered a raised toilet seat, some 15 cm higher. She took a pile of books while I was sleeping and propped them on the thunder box, then clambered aboard to make sure that it would not for her be like scaling Plum Lumon.
She tells me that it will be very comfortable for her, though she did not mention what issue of hers it might help alleviate. Such words brook no argument. So . . . the toilet seat comment and my sense of aging quickly continues. I hope I get used to it soon and that I settle down into a new sense of normal.