Tag: disability

Our new kettle

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When my mum and her husband got married last month, (a month? Already? I know, that’s flown by, right?), they were gifted this lovely red kettle so that it would match our kitchen and most of the other accessories which are the same colour. I think my mum’s wanted a matching one for a while now so she was really happy when one of her workmates got her this ,(and also a red toaster too), but what the person who chose this gift may not know is that they’ve helped me out too.

I could manage with our old kettle and just about lift it when it was full, but this one is much small and a lot lighter so it’s much easier for me to use. It’s amazing how something so simple can make such a huge difference so I’d like to say thank you to mum’s friend for getting this gift!

And yes, for those of you who are wondering, I am indeed drinking a cup of tea while I write this post. My mum made it for me actually, because she’s awsome like that.

 

 

My shower works again

 

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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!

Happy Birthday, Sophie!

My sister and I on the swing
My sister and I on the swing

As you may have guessed, today is my little sister Sophie’s birthday. I won’t mention how old she is because she’s nine years younger than me and telling anyone her age always makes ME feel really old. If you read my bio on this blog close enough you’ll be able figure it out anyway…

Today I thought I’d do this little post, and the little video to wish her a happy day. Since she was little she’s been doing things to help me out like tying my shoelaces and getting me drinks when she was younger, but now she’s growing up she does more and more to help me like pushing my wheelchair when I go out in it and folding and unfolding my walking frame Martha. She only ever complains, and when she does, it usually only ever as a joke and she lends me a hand in the end.

I don’t think they’ll ever be a way to thank her for all the things that she does for me and no doubt will do in the future, but I like to spoil her and do loads of fun stuff with her when I can. I know that everyone says this, but my little sister is amazing.

Have a good birthday, Soph! You’ve earned it.

 

I thought I’d share this video…

Since I started making videos to add in to some of my posts on here I’ve found that I actually really enjoy vlogging and so I’ve been making a few others vlogs too. These are mostly with my sister and I don’t post on here because they aren’t relevant to View From a Walking as a disability blog.

This one that we made on a whim yesterday is one of them, (for the most part anyway), but I’ve decided to post it on here too because it shows my walk-in shower that makes a huge difference to my life and level of independence. However, it’s mostly the two of us gooofing around, but here it is anyway:

 

 

 

 

Cold feet strike again

My Microwavable socks
My Microwavable socks

My feet are always cold. Lots of you probably know that already. I blog about it quite a bit. I have poor circulation so they’re  often a rather fetching shade of purple or, when they’re really bad, black. I try not walk around without socks too often but I don’t tend to wear them in bed, especially if I have my night splints on. When my boyfriend stays over I put them on him instead. He bought me microwavable socks for Christmas once. While I don’t deny that they help me an awful lot, there was also a not-so-subtle hint in there that I should stop using him as my personal warmer, which I have of course ignored.

Last night was yet another of those nights where I have trouble dozing off, but this time it wasn’t because of aches and pains. This time it’s because my toes (and the rest of my feet) were frozen In the end, I got out of bed especially to put some socks on.

It’s definitely getting colder now.