Those of you who follow me on Twitter or like View From a Walking Frame’s Facebook page may have seen that my life got a bit more interesting last week when my walk-in shower broke.
Back when I first started this blog I did a post explaining how much getting this installed in my house when I was about 16 or 17 changed my life. It meant that I could wash when I wanted and without help which had a massive impact on my life. I’d used a swivel bather before (which is a chair that you sit on a bath and it spins around so that you’re sitting over the bath), so I used to sit in that to get a shower.
However since having the wet room installed we don’t have a bath anymore so it meant that for some of last week I had to go back to getting my mum to help me get washed. Because my mum has helped me on and off with personal hygiene stuff, it doesn’t bother me in a sense that I get embarrassed by it, but it does bother me because it feels like I lose a lot of independence, which is never easy for me to deal with, even if it was only for a few days.
It’s fixed now though and life is back to normal. Happy days!