Now a week has passed and I have had the visit from the NET (now called NES) team and it seemed to be more helpful than I thought! A Speech Therapist and an Occupational Therapist came and basically the conclusion they arrived at is the bungalow is no longer suitable for me, without adaptations that is.
Yesterday morning just verified the situation. I was coming from the shower backwards as usual and the wheelchair handles caught on the radiator, and now the radiator is hanging by one bracket. A problem that would be eradicated by moving the entire stud wall about 30 cm. But of course being disabled and female I know nothing. It has been suggested by the OT that came yesterday, that maybe we may have to move again, I would rather that this place was made more suitable for my needs. It has taken over 5hrs to get an answer at the repairs call centre, but it has naow been reported, but it will not be fixed until 4 days time.
Although I couldn’t stand having somebody always around, when Alan has his free days I am lonely. Alright put my Counsellor hat on - why do I feel this way? When we were first moving I remember saying that I can take a book to the coffee bar [Morrisons] or even the local pub. Why don’t I do that? Because I would have to leave the door unlocked because I can’t reverse along the entire path. Why do I have to reverse? Because of waiting for the local housing department to pull their finger out or whatever part of their anatomy they are stopping the machinery with. I have thought up a new phrase that I think sums up my situation - Enforced Bureaucratic Loneliness (EBL to us).
I am having trouble sleeping at the moment, once I do go to sleep I do stay asleep but the bladder spasms are stopping me relaxing enough to sleep. I would be lost without my iPod which is on shuffle play so a random sequence of tunes are played each night. My taste ranges from the Beautiful South to the Black Eyed Peas, Celine Dion to Meatloaf, Kirsty McColl to Meatloaf. You may have seen a pattern here - Yes I am a Meatloaf fanatic. When I had a car a good friend of mine said I couldn't drive without Meatloaf on very loud! I’ve got news for you Deb - now I can’t sleep without Meatloaf on loud but through earplugs! No matter what your mood is like there is a Meatloaf track to match, and the Beautiful South just sing about my life.
Today I have been to the Podiatrist (Foot Doctor in normal language - Normal??!!) She has cut my toenails but also managed to cut my toe, so I came back with a bandaged toe and instructions to leave the dressing on for two days and not to get it wet! Seriously don’t get it wet. (Does she live around here? Its not stopped raining for a week, or month or whatever, anyhow its WET weather.)
My MS nurse rang me today whilst at the clinic, to see how I felt the visit went with the NES Team. As I told him I felt listened too for a change and by someone who understood what my problems are. He did say that the team have regular meetings so all visits are discussed. (Have your meetings Liam but don’t tell me. I don’t want reminding that MS is the cause of all this)
Another gripe of mine that I’ll leave you with is the way women (usually elderly or mothers with babies) leave their trolleys at right angles to the shelves leaving me and my wheelchair (which I must name - suggestions please) having no option but to sit and wait for them to move.