It has been a week where two things stand out. The first is that for the first time since moving out of hospital (18 whole months ago) I fell on the floor when I was on my own. Now this is a terrifying experience because you've nowhere to go ,the reason I fell in the first place was that I was trying to transfer from my newly delivered all singing all-dancing easy chair back to my wheelchair. Unfortunately this chair is less stable than it looks (or at least than the one they demonstrated to me) and unfortunately tipped during the crucial stage of the transfer. This had the unfortunate effect of upsetting my already precarious balance and pitching me onto the floor. Luckily despite falling on my useless left side, I didn't hurt myself and even luckier I had fallen within reaching distance of one of the house cordless phones. Sadly, my eyesight was too poor to read any of the important numbers I thought I had in big enough font by my desk at the other end of the room so after 20 mins deliberation I opted for 999.
Luckily, these feelings of impending doom and the anger I feel towards a medical system that has no answers was mitigated a little by the wonderful wedding on Friday of friends from my clubbing days Jon and Megan. Both bride and groom looked amazing (shame about me)