Wheelie-walkering at my top speed to make it to the lavatory, and I stumble, and grab a bookshelf with my strong arm in a futile effort not to fall over.
It was never going to end well.
You probably already know about bladder control and MS.
Wrenched my shoulder something awful. Lifting anything and wheelie-walkering hurts sooo much; however needs must.
Neighbours must think there's a torture chamber next door. (All that cursing and the cries of pain.)
I am just about surviving on anti-inflammatories and codeine.
Anyhoo, Dr Google diagnosed a torn rotator cuff. And that's good enough for me.
🙄
It was never going to end well.
You probably already know about bladder control and MS.
Wrenched my shoulder something awful. Lifting anything and wheelie-walkering hurts sooo much; however needs must.
Neighbours must think there's a torture chamber next door. (All that cursing and the cries of pain.)
I am just about surviving on anti-inflammatories and codeine.
Anyhoo, Dr Google diagnosed a torn rotator cuff. And that's good enough for me.
🙄
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