Necessity, not bondage...

This is my new knee brace, sexy oh so sexy.  It is not a picture of my leg by the way.  My brace is blue.  It is interesting that when wearing this, people try not to stare.  The positive is that they give me a wide birth which is helpful as I fall over if people don't make way for me.

Finding appropriate clothes to wear with it is challenging.  It was expensive in the many hundreds of pounds.  I feel I should accessorise appropriately. The NHS in this instance did me proud. Skirts would be best to hide it.  But its getting colder and I need covering.  Because I am small, I cannot wear it under jeans as they would fall down (the jeans would need to be bigger) and over jeans is not a good look.  Because of my thin skin, leggings work well but the bionic woman look is so 70's.

Because it holds my knee in place it seems my ankle has decided to join in the game.  Wobbling away.  But one thing at a time.  GP forgot about other knee so for the moment I have one knee braced.  I am not keen I must be honest and it will take some getting used to.  For the moment though my knee is happy to have a friend who does the job a knee should do.

Next on the list is OT assessment.  I am hoping there is a long waiting list as the house, particularly upstairs is not for public viewing.  She is to assess for a stair lift and lightweight electric wheelchair.  We shall see what happens.

With the current budget cuts I expect she will agree that I need all of the above and more but due to constraints she will not be able to provide, the wheelchair in particular.  It has taken me a very long time to come to terms with all of this.  I am still somewhat in denial.

I like denial.

On the crotchet front, getting absolutely nowhere with it!   However, looking on the bright side, I have plenty of time to get the hang of it!

 

I am watching a film with subtitles.  I have always loved as long as I can remember watching films with them.  Perhaps its because I miss so much because of mild hearing impairment.  I also become lost within them, entranced by languages I can't understand.  The film is complicated, fascinating.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/All_About_My_Mother    For some, shocking.  Its unusual for me to watch a film throughout.  This one I would like to watch again.

My son has passed his driving test. I have been through this with my daughter.  I must not panic each time he goes out.  He will be fine.  I keep repeating this to myself over and over.  He looks at me each time he goes out as I say 'I love you' and helps to ease my rising fear by smiling with his beautiful blue eyes and says 'I love you too, mum'.  I am proud of myself that I am learning to let go.  When in reality I want him back in his cot, sleeping soundly, safe secure.  OH has agreed to another kitten, he sees me panic and I see him thinking.

Yes another kitten will definitely help.  I can spend time thinking of a name.  Distraction.

* mini note: On denial, I actually had a home OT assessment ten years ago.  Wheelchair electric, stair lift, bath thingy were approved.  I have been in denial for a very long time. As none of the suggested 'stuff' was allowed in my house thanks.  Oh yes.. denial...