It’s about 12:20am on Sunday morning (I’m still going to call it Saturday night, if that’s okay with you), and I am ready for bed. Sleepy-ness wise and cerebral palsy-wise.
It’s been a fairly mixed day CP-wise. It didn’t start out great. It’s been freezing and that makes my muscles feel tighter. I’ve had a different type of aching in my hips to what I’m used to, which I’ll talk about in another post when I’m a bit more alert.
Anyway, I hid under my duvet in thick jeans and a giant hoody for most of the day, had a nap (it’s what Saturdays are for, right?) and then went out with my friends because two of them have a birthday this weekend.
I was a bit worried at first because it was even colder outside and a bit icy, but I had a lovely time and it was actually was nice-and-toasty-warm in the pub.
Then I came home and got a hot shower on impulse. I even washed my hair. Then I got out with my muscles feeling extra relaxed and ready for sleep. Then, because my mum was still up I asked her if she’d put my resting splints on. I’m sat in them now as I type and it feels really good. I don’t wear them as often as I should because I forget to ask someone to help with them before they go to bed, but tonight it was one of those times where (and this will probably sound strange, but I’m tired so please go with it), the way my ankles were feeling it was like my body was asking me to put them on because it wanted the extra stretch while my muscles aren’t as tight as usual, which means they won’t fight against it quite so much.
Someone please tell me you know what I mean…anyone?
And with that, I’m going to go to sleep now. I should have written this after I’d slept, but the writer in me thinks it’s kinda special to be able to write something in the moment.
I really just said that, didn’t I?