Quick post, as things aren’t great.
As those with hypermobility and those who know hypermobility might understand, some days/weeks/months are tougher than others.
This has been my tough week so far. The early summer (21 degrees – go UK!) has floored me with its magnificent heated-ness and I am now a sad, soggy mess if I try to move any more than a few metres. I’ve caught up on some TV, which is good!
The garden has been a little neglected, with family watering on my behalf. I did joyfully notice my peas had started growing though!
Talking about peas…
I had a visit from an occupational therapist last week (I think I mentioned it)
Tomorrow, I take delivery of my first pee bottle.
I don’t know quite how to feel about it. Kinda sad and humiliated on one hand that my body has betrayed me to the point of this aged 33…
Kind of relieved that the inevitable feeling to ‘go’ ten minutes after getting into bed can be dealt with in a different way than either clambering downstairs risking life and limb, or spending an incredibly uncomfortable night holding it in.
I get more ‘toys’ too tomorrow. I’m sure once I’m past the shock, they’ll become helpful and useful. For now, I’m suspicious and slightly aggrieved that I need them in my home.
Anyone else of an age where you can’t quite wrap your head around having additional aids around? Be great to know I’m not alone!