Last Wednesday my days of rest suddenly smashed to a halt.
At one point it seemed like the majority of those who work for my local council’s social services (whom I should have also thanked for their immense help over the last few weeks, mea culpa) were squeezed into my downstairs bedroom.
At 8:30 a.m. three of them turned up — a manual handling expert and two members of the START team. I had to check that this was correct with my wife, which just confirms her contention that I’m “too busy trying to entertain to actually take anything in!”
Note the exquisite use of “trying” — both failing and annoying all in the one word! Mortifying that she’s yet again totally right!
I was only slightly ameliorated that she had to check this appointment in her phone’s diary.
MS weakens us substantially but our personality traits don’t change — except that they can get severely worse!
First I was trialed in a variety of slings for my hoist until the best combination was found. Eventually I was deposited on my commode/shower chair and wheeled off for a shower. My first in over a week. I wasn’t allowed to be taken by my carers until a risk assessment was done.
As the OT in charge of my case couldn’t come till the beginning of July, this was a much appreciated interim intervention.
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