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It was sweet sitting in the front room again, loved watching Richie prepare and cook our dinner, pleasant seeing him chop up the vegetables.
We were both very happy that I was there, so were the dogs, they were delighted and were playing happily for us.
Spike spent most of his time sitting or lying right next to my chair, so Richie would regularly let me know where he was, so I did not roll over him.
Every now and then Richie would say don’t move now, he is lying right between your front wheels, amusingly Spike had to keep his head lowered to sit there.
As soon as I started to sit again it was a shock to discover that it was so exhausting, almost got me down, as I had thought that the adaptation would do it all.
Really could not have foreseen that it would be such a slow process.
Told Richie that I could see now that the idea of me going to the gig on 21 November, a mere three weeks after starting to sit again had been extremely unrealistic.
Richie agreed that it had not been realistic, but reminded me what a big boost it had been for me to think that I might get to the gig.
He said he thought that having a goal had done me a power of good, he is right; it really had cheered me up.
I was buzzing in the weeks after, which was a good feeling, glad Richie reminded me of the positive effects.
Just the thought that it could be possible was so empowering, after 14 long months in bed.
Richie also reminded me that I had got a response from Peter that I had not expected; it had confirmed what I had thought about Peter and The Test Tube Babies.
Really kind of him to mail me back; nice to know he reads my blog, it is always good to make new friends.
Sitting yesterday while good made me aware of the progression of my MS, my right arm is weaker than it was last year, I have built up muscle in my upper arm so it is not strength that I lack.
My arm is just not as flexible, can not move it as fluidly, found eating to be quite a struggle getting the fork up to my mouth.
Thought eating sitting up would be effortless; perhaps with time it will get easier, hope so.
Getting up soon look forward to late afternoon and evening sitting up and enjoying our Saturday evening together.














