Come on, legs, stand! I begged, pleaded and cursed this morning as I sat on the toilet.
For me, using the toilet is a multistep process. I:
- Transfer to the toilet
- Stand up to pull my pants
- Take care of business
- Use the bidet
- Have Fane bark for my sister
- Transfer back with her help after she pulls up my pants
My plea, between steps 1 and 2, didn’t work, and before I could ask Fame to bark, it was too late.
I am very fortunate to have my sister and Mom to help me clean up.
I cannot begin to tell you how unlucky I am to have Friedreich’s ataxia. They’re pretty unlucky, too.
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