One Way Ticket To Hell.
Mark Wilkinson.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mark_Wilkinson
I was aware of my mortality, but lying in bed this morning; I am becoming even more aware of the finite nature of my life.
Not surprising as my arms are getting weaker, my right shoulder is stiff, as well as at times extremely painful.
I can’t start my arm exercises now without Richie’s help, some days he just needs to lift my arm by my elbow.
Other days, like today Richie had to massage my arms and shoulders for about 10 minutes before he could successfully lift my arm, and I could grasp the handle above my bed.
Each time I begun a new set of exercises I had to get Richie’s assistance to carry on, he also needed to stretch my arms during one exercise
I already need help to eat, I can’t use cutlery, now I can’t hold my cup except briefly first thing in the morning.
These days I can just pull the top of my shoulders off my bed, I can also move my midriff, as well as my waist a little.
Small achievements but big to me especially right now when it feels like I am starting to lose all the functions that I still have.
It is scary feeling that things are slipping away from me, I hate it.
