I work (for now), I love, I live, I have fun. Just with wheelchairs and drugs and spasms and stuff...

27 April 2018

Can I ever go on holiday again?

Of course I bloody can and of course I will! Stupid, slightly clickbaity question. We’re just back from two splendid weeks in Cyprus. Hugely stressful in so many ways. And utterly exhausting. Holidays shouldn’t be stressful or exhausting, but Multiple Sclerosis dictates that it will always be that way for me, with the stress bit rubbing off on Mrs W too. BUT, and a big, ouzo-flavoured, suntan-oiled, feta-cheesed BUT: the fun and the love and the relaxation and the adventure and the splashing and the laughter totally outweigh that teeny bit of stress and fatigue I mentioned. Why was it so tough? Finding a resort (and a room) in the first place that could handle my level of disability and […]
3 April 2018

Taking my wheelchair to untested heights. Pooping myself.

So I’ve got this fantastic new wheelchair, see. And it’s red and funky and off-road and crowdfunded, see. And even though the weather has been ‘beige’ and soggy at best, the mile-wide grin on my face each time we’ve ventured out, has kinda sizzled its way through the mist. Beamed out like a new lighthouse for the South Coast. Though lighthouses don’t shout for joy much. Or travel at four miles per hour. Or take selfies. Or go home after a jolly good trip out. Bad analogy. Even making tentative steps, so to speak, I’ve already managed ecstatic bundles of ‘first time in years’ moments. A snowball fight (see previous blog for a thrilling blow by blow account); a muddy […]