I made the very silly & completely vain decision to have a night out without taking my walking stick with me (not many people there had seen me with it & I guess I'm not exactly loving the label disabled so try to look as normal as possible on the rare occasions I'm up to going out.)
To cut a long story short I went flying over a little wall on the way home alone & landed flat on my back unconscious in a prickly bush. One very long, tough fight later I managed to get myself out of the bush, leaving bits of clothes, hair & skin behind. I'm now scratched & bruised all over & in lots of pain. Annoyingly my usual way of relaxing is to curl up on the sofa & cross stitch but with shredded hands that's not even an option.
Progress for this week:
- knowing that necessity beats vanity,
- realising that being sociable still needs to be within the realms of pacing,
- remembering just how amazing my best friend is,
- accepting that I am disabled and as such need to rely on disability aids at times.
As a result I've finally caved & bought myself this fabulous piece of kit so I can get about a bit easier & be a little more independent without having to rely on other people too much.