Last week was tough.
In fact, it was one of hardest I’ve had for a while both on a physical and mental level.
The first few days were spent riddled with anxiety about job hunting related things that I won’t bore you with. As soon as that had sorted itself out, I had a physio appointment during in which the subject of how my increasing pain levels might be linked to the fact I’m getting older. Even if my physio did tell me she thinks I’m a long way from coming off my feet yet, I’m only 24 and right now I’m not exactly filled the confidence about my ‘cerebral palsy future.’
Then came the bad CP days; three of four of them in a row.