But will the workouts work out?

Guess who's just been to the gym?  Me!  Taxi door to door each way but really need to get the spinal power-cuts healing if only a little bit.  A couple of weeks ago, I could just about make it to the Post Office and back.  Three or four days ago I suddenly became unable to make it to the end of my street.  It's, the MS's, timing is as always spectacular.  I have to able to stay on my feet a while on Friday coming.

It's been so bad lately and so suddenly worsened, yesterday I was investigating folding motorised wheelchairs.  They're out of my price range, but I live on a hill, which necessitates a motor.  I'd end up in just as much trouble trying to wheel myself up as walk with the added problem of continually rolling backwards down the slope.  I also live alone, so a little folding chair in which someone could wheel me along is no good either.

So I'm attacking it head on and I hope it's only brought a stick to this fight because I've got a nice big knife!

The eyesight has at least settled to a point where I can see or at the worst work around it with the fabulous help of the lenses created especially by the fantastic Orthoptist, Miss Dayan.  The vertigo I'll just have to live with I think.  Nearly went over backwards in the gym, but thankfully still had hold of a machine at the time.  Could have been fun, and one way to let the staff know I wasn't working out drunk!

I had to stop going to the gym for a while between the op and lack of finances, but with a lot of form filling, that's reasonably sorted.  It's still going to cost more than I can really manage right now, but it's my mobility we're talking about, not vanity, and I think I can make sacrifices for that.  I'll have to take out a membership now the physio rate is finished.  £19 a month versus £14 a session (inclusive of taxi fares) is a no-brainer if ever I saw one.

Why is this Freyed Edge post?  Well, because I was really unravelling, especially yesterday.  For the first time, I was frightened about the future.  I never thought it would get this bad this fast.  It was in stealth mode, pretending to be mostly harmless.  It was all sensory and now it's not.  It turned from a buzzing fly into an angry wasp.  I can cope with numb limbs.  I used to get the bus and metro to work with two completely numb lower legs and feet.  It never phased me before these spinal outages started.  The sudden, dramatic worsening was a real shock.  I'm still a bit scared.  Resistance exercise may or may not help.  If it doesn't work, I'm a writer.  The last time I checked that didn't require running around.  So I might need a chair to do some things.  I'll still do them (I'm too belligerent not to).  Ultimately, I probably won't win, but that doesn't mean I won't keep trying.  My stubbornness could turn out to be the one personality trait I can't afford to change!