Woke up quite gently today and started doing the arm exercises noticing once I finished that I was starting to feel very tense.

Two seconds later started to howl not cry but a full on howl of pain and despair and all overflowing because we were expecting Ton, the nurse to visit.

Had just succeeded in talking myself off the 10 floor roof by reminding myself that Ton's visit was not scary.

So it would never be my favourite to have someone visit who wants to see my bottom but in this case it is in my own interest.

Besides it could be the good news we were waiting for and jus as I had persuaded myself that his visit was good the bell went and it was Ton.

As always Ton had perfect timing and once he was here he could tell us the good news which was the wound was again much smaller.

Ton told me that he would be back on June 10 with the doctor and thought that shortly after I would be able to start the new project o0f sitting.

It will be quite a project as all these months of lying down have weakened the muscles in my back.

So once the sore has healed I will have to work at building up my back muscles by sitting for short periods.

It is quite scary also because it is worrying me thinking about the wheelchair and wondering whether this time the people responsible will adapt the chair properly.

It is scary the thought that that chair won't be ok and I get another sore.

But can't spend any time o0r energy on that train of thought need to co0ncentrate on the prize as Anne rightly said which is sitting up.

It is a beautiful sunny day with blue skies happy dogs playing around me and the prospect of Anja's visit soon.