My mornings of endeavouring to get out of my bed.
I kind of throw my legs out while lying flat on my back ,and then i slide down onto the floor,and then with difficulty i reach out with my right hand to grab anything within reach ,be it a table or chair,to help pull myself off the floor and needless to say my two wee little personages with fur on look on in alarm,no doubt wondering what my next move will be.Once i am upright i then carefully take my PJ's off which is rather an art in itself when trying to avoid doing more damage to my shoulder and arm,and then warily make my way to the shower where i sit on a seat which my David used to use, and trying to get the water at a temperature without me yelping is a bit of an art too,and that seat has been a Godsend during my learning to be a contortionist.
Its then another nightmare in getting dressed,and as for putting my socks on forget it,for that is worth an MBE.
However i am now considering joining the Cirque du Soleil to join their acrobat group,although maybe the Clown group would be more in keeping.
This has taught me how difficult life must be for folks who are permanently disabled,and i salute them for their diligence,and never to give up.
I am trying to smile after a distressing week,hence this post,which i hope will make you smile too.x