Every house should have one, well every house that I live in should anyway. I'm talking about a stair lift. I know what you're thinking, but I honestly didn't think I needed one, stupid huh? I also knew we could never have afforded one if we had to pay for it ourselves. So thank the stars for the disabled persons grants. Northumberland does seem to be quite generous on this front, and if I had done my homework properly then of course Id have had it all the sooner. But people don't tell you what's available and of course when you become disabled you don't know the questions you need to ask because its a situation you've never been in before. Consequently it easy to find you go round and round in circles never getting anything sorted. When people say there's no help available, its not true, trouble is the help is so well hidden its very hard to find if you don't know how to look.
Sunday, May 11
Thursday, May 8
Ramps
Ive had all sorts of visits this week. The OT has been twice, a ramp man, 2 stair lift men, and a kitchen man. All looking round the house, sucking their teeth and drawing little diagrams. Finally we are getting a ramp put in. Yes its only taken..... but that's how these things are, they take time and more time.
The ramp is a major undertaking. Looking at the plan its approximately the same size as the aircraft carrier Ark Royal, and I do of course fully expect to be able to take off from the end having got up sufficient speed! Funnily enough after this has been we don't plan to move house within at least a forever time frame!
The major disadvantage is that the gate has to be removed. We shall have to make some sort of temporary thing that we can block the entrance with as I really don't want dogs or children wandering off. But its going to be good really its just about perfect.
Monday, May 5
Black Tie
So we are off to a wedding. Great I cant wait, really, its the first time in over 2 years Ive had some sort of adult social occasion to look forward to. Ive been planning the whole thing for ages, deciding what to wear, looking for a really great outfit, researching the ideal accessories, and all that girly stuff I never do. Only one thing happened... the invitation arrived and it says.... Black Tie. Now that's dead easy for my husband, but opens a whole can of worms for me, I mean what is a girl to wear? So given that I shall be about 5 months pregnant, in a wheelchair and wrestling with a one year old, not to mention having a handy rucksack of baby items, does this mean I'm supposed to be going for the strappy long cocktail dress? Somehow the thought doesn't fill me with delight, more like dread really. So having consulted with friends I'm going to wear what I want, and what I feel comfy in. Given that I'm lined up to be the family curiosity anyway, I could probably wear a bin liner and no one would notice. To be honest what I wear is secondary. I could spend a fortune and go the whole girly hog, but at the end of the day people will only look at my wheels.
The quiet life
Ive been very quiet as of late I know. No particular reason, lets just say my life is not tremendously exciting by anyones standards. I'm sure most people don't want to hear that Ive spent yet another day, washing, cleaning, washing, driving and oh lets not forget washing. Frankly I feel my brain has gone into meltdown with the huge amount of stimulation I'm getting. I quite often go several weeks without having any meaningful conversation with anyone who isn't my husband. Its not easy I have to say and I'm often bored to tears. Having said that I'm physically fragile, and taking it slowly. So, nothing much to write about is there?
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