Coping with Lack of Ability

It's 8.22am. I am due one floor down for the final cell harvest at 9am. Yesterday, getting showered, hair washed and dressed and bag packed was just a monumental task. I can't even put my own shoes on right now and look truly dreadful. Those bright mirrors in the lifts are not my friend.

So while I opened the bathroom door yesterday on arrival and slightly poo-poohed the disabled shower chair, the hand rails around the loo and various bits to grab on the wall, I am actually in need of these right now. Hopefully things will improve but it is a salutary learning that life can throw you a deal you most certainly didn't expect.

Right, here goes – then it's downstairs for the two final cannulas – fucking painful nasty things they are – especially after several days of bashing my poor veins on the machine, can't imagine getting the whopper needle in today is going to be easy (one is much bigger than the other, so one arm is entirely immobile and the other can move).

Up and at 'em. 

And here's massively hoping that I am back to the form I was on before starting the GSCF in the next few days – huge difference between Twixmas (no GSCF) and now. 

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