Thanks for asking mojo. I’m home. I’ve found lots of accessibility problems. Not being able to reach the top cupboards in the kitchen, the coffee pod machine, the top shelves of the fridge. In my bedroom there wasn’t enough room between the end of the bed and my chest of drawers for the wheelchair which meant I couldn’t get my clothes out of the walk in robe OR the drawers, I couldn’t open or close the window or window blinds...the list seemed to get bigger every time I tried to do anything.
So I got the toolbox out, got the allan key and removed the bed frame. Now I’ve just got the electric bed but plenty of room to get around. It was extremely difficult to do while sitting in a wheelchair and I’d just got to the end when someone came for a visit and told me that they’d do it...really...I’d told them I had a problem two days ago and there was no offer of help then.
Unfortunately I was trying to move my bedside table so my wheelchair could fit in when I had an accident. The wheelchair control got stuck in full forward and my left foot and leg got trapped between the wheelchair and bedside table and I’m not sure but I think I might have broken my ankle. It’s hard to know because I can’t feel my legs the same as other people. Let’s just say it’s bruised, swollen, has a funny throbbing sensation and I can’t weight bear to stand transfer to my wheelchair. I also can’t flex or move my ankle at all. The bruising goes half way up my calf to the toes and over the bottom end of the fibula. I’m just grateful I can’t feel pain very much .
I’m getting lots of cuddles from my little scuff ball and she’s learning quickly to stay away from the wheelchair. However, she does love going for rides. Bad news is it’s been raining heavily here and scruff ball keeps getting muddy and then trying to get on my lap...yuk! I’ve used a lot of baby wipes and hand towels since I’ve been home.
I’m lying in bed at the moment with my legs elevated and ice pack on my left foot watching the crime and investigation channel...geez, there are some nasty evil people around. I quite often don’t lock my doors at night but I might now. Note to self...don’t watch murder stories again.