Groundhog Day, Groundhog Day, Groundhog Day, Groundhog Day

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My wife, Jane, woke me up at 9 a.m., announcing, “Welcome to Groundhog Day!”

Every day starts the same. Yes, I know the day always started at 6 a.m. in the film, but even 9 a.m. is a terrific shock to my system. Never in my life have I gotten up so early and regularly. As Iā€™ve written in previous columns, I’ve always been a freelance worker, and engineered my life so I could sleep in as much as possible ā€” because I was always staying up as late as possible! Hey, it turns out this is a sign of intelligence. So there.

In the last month, weā€™ve had to stop taking weekends off from professional carers, as dealing with my level of disability was becoming too much for my family.

It turns out Iā€™ve inadvertently hit the sweet spot in ā€” letā€™s use their proper name ā€” care practitioners’ availability. They arrive at 11 a.m. It’s their latest morning call, but just too early for lunch. No one else uses this time. Woo-hoo.

Woo-hoo, indeed, as there is currently a massive shortage of care workers here in the U.K. According to The Guardian, there may be 170,000 vacant care positions by the end of the year ā€” the result of a toxic mixture of Brexit, low wages (many care workers are quitting to work in Amazon warehouses, where they receive higher wages and a 1,000-pound sign-on bonus), tax changes, and the government’s “no jab, no job” policy. Itā€™s also an occupation one must study and train for.

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My life additionally resembles “Groundhog Day” because my morning routine can’t change. I spend an hour taking a vast quantity of medicines for my MS and innumerable comorbidities, usually with a freshly brewed coffee and toast. Peanut butter and jam is a fave. Yes, I might have picked up this predilection in the States, but as a Brit, there is no way I will ever call jam “jelly.” And donā€™t get me started on football!

At 10 a.m., I go to the shower. This is relatively easy ā€” no lifting required! My profiling bed does it all. I can stand on my trusty Molift Raiser, and Jane wheels me to my commode/shower chair. I still maintain the strength to lower myself carefully onto it.

My dead, lymphatic right leg is a lump. Itā€™s better than it was, but thatā€™s a story in itself. It’s too much for Jane to lift, but Iā€™ve come up with a cunning wheeze. Iā€™ve adapted how I use my leg lifter, and can pull it vertically with my arms. Then, I just need to gently push my leg backward onto the step.

A quick drag to the wet room, and the routine continues like clockwork. Iā€™ll draw a shower curtain over the next graphic bit, as it entails the use of my trusty anal catheter. I need an hour for it to do its work, and for me to have my requisite shower afterward.

Et voilĆ ! By the time my care practitioners arrive at 11, Iā€™m ready to start the day.

Like Bill Murray, I get to make variations. These days, I can even venture out. There is even an upside ā€” I will never, ever be able to put my foot in that pesky puddle!

Itā€™s far worse for Jane. She now has to get up at 8 a.m. every day. Long before MS exploded into our lives, I was well aware that any sort of nursing was her biggest nightmare. I always kept my “man flu” to myself.

Stress levels are high all around. At least my care practitioners have a laugh with me. Iā€™m not going to waste a captive audience ā€” especially one I pay for!

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Wendy Hovey avatar

Wendy Hovey

Try cashew butter. Far better than pb in my not-humble opinion.

As an old friend used to say, "There is a god, and she has a weird sense of humor."

Apparently you and God have at least one thing in common.

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John Connor avatar

John Connor

I'm an atheist. But if god did exist and was Trans, boy would Dave Chappelle be in one hell of a lot of trouble!

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