Miguel Cubiles.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miguel_Cubiles
Here it is Friday again, looking forward to the weekend and the rugby and football tomorrow afternoon.
Today has been a day of two halves the morning started well; we woke up at 09.00 when the phone rang, after awhile I did my arm exercises.
Then Richie did my leg exercises and massage after that he got me sitting up with the table and laptop.
Richie had a lovely long shower, which he enjoyed very much; afterwards he made himself a cup of coffee.
No sooner had Richie drunk it when I needed Richie to get me out of bed very urgently so I could go to the toilet.
My bowels were quicker than Richie could get me out of bed, luckily the sheet was protected so did not get messed up.
By the time the hoist lifted me out of my bed the room was filled with the smell of my shit.
These are not my favourite moments, sadly we have both have had to get used to them.
So used to it now, that I do not feel embarrassed anymore, we just get on with it, as we always do and once I had been to the toilet and had a shower I felt brilliant.
