Well, it finally happened. Today was the day I went skydiving! Okay, not quite, I just experienced an unexpected rush of gravity. In plain terms, I fell flat on my arse, very literally. Whilst I was transferring into my wheelchair, I somehow slipped and found myself rapidly approaching the floor. Thankfully, I did some form of spin and landed facing the way I’d come from, rather than face planting or hitting into my nightstand. That didn’t make it any more fun however, and I quickly shouted Sarah to come and help me!

After a refresher on how to recover courtesy of YouTube, and a slight rearranging of the house to give me a better surface to work on than just plain laminate flooring, Sarah and I managed to somehow get me up on my knees from where I could claw my way back up onto the bed. In all honesty, it was very very hard. That’s probably partly to do with us having a soft bed, and me being rather weak still (I’m working on it) and, of course, I could always do with losing a few pounds (not even pretending that I’m working on that). Thankfully investigations found that I’d sustained no injuries other than a bit of a bruised ego and slightly knocked confidence. These things are bound to happen, but that doesn’t make them any more pleasant when they do. I had practiced this a few times in physio, and I’m definitely glad for that.

Whilst obviously an unpleasant experience, I have to say I’m glad it’s happened. I was going to end up falling at some point, but at least Sarah was here and we managed between us to stay calm, formulate a plan and sort me out. It really was one of those “Oh S**T” moments, as the reality of gravity being an enemy really hit home. Living with any condition that results in falls is not pleasant at all, but until now I honestly didn’t realise how vulnerable I could feel. There was so much more to think about than just getting back up; have I hurt myself? Have I done some serious damage? What about pressure relief to avoid skin break down, do I need to get on my cushion? What about if I’m actually stuck? Although this is my reality, in all honesty it wasn’t all that bad. I won’t be all that upset if it doesn’t happen again for a while.

In other news, now that the appropriate paperwork has arrived, i can finally start to look at ordering a car! I am unbelievably excited for the independence it will afford me. From going to the shops, driving on family days out, or simply taking myself off for a cheeky maccies, I never realised how much i would miss driving if i ever couldn’t. And I would like to address a point a few people have made, in regards to me not being a good driver. I am a very good driver, at least in my own opinion. Not once have I crashed a car! Motorcycles on the other hand, not my forte…

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