So got up after my usual stretches on the edge of the bed and had a battle with my tracksuit bottoms as usual but eventually got them on, before pulling my self to my feet using bedside grab rails and a crutch. Always a pleasure to open the door to be attacked by Loki who sleeps outside it on the landing. I walk/shuffle the short distance to the stairs using my crutch and the wall for support and grab the bannister with my right hand and the Council fitted grab rail with my left hand to hold me up whilst I push one foot forward and lower myself step by step down the stairs to the crutch left at the bottom from the opposite journey last night, and I shuffle in agony to my chair where I collapse and regain my breath and relieve the pain in my back. The struggle back up tonight is harder but not something I'm ready to give up.
By now Loki has his nose to the bottom window of the back door, awaiting my immediate attention to release him to smell if the usual cat has been sleeping on his couch that he claimed as his bed in the White Room.
Anyway to wind time on a bit, after Dee has put my socks on for me and made my sausage sandwich (Loki gets his usual last bit) and watching some Hi Ren and Jenny and Screech reactors I decide to try my new dog turd picker upper by venturing out alone (well with Loki obviously). And bless his cotton socks he was very good for me, very obedient and kept looking back to make sure I was ok. I discovered the dog turd picker upper is too small and had to use several bags to try to clean up the trail he left for me.
But home safe and sound, leaving mud from my wheelchair all over the laminate floor for me to sweep up later, but a successful trip and it kept Loki happy :-)
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