So. I made myself poor... Or rather I paid for my sanity.
I haven't been out of the house in two months because I can't walk more than ten to fifteen paces due to the pain in my knees and hips. I was going stir crazy.
So I took every spare penny I had an asked family for a small donation and ordered a wheelchair, in my favourite colours of black and red. It arrives tommorow and my nan who donated will be getting a visit from me immediately.
I want to show her what her donation got and also I desperately want to go out. Like. Desperately.
All the time my PsA was mild I went out often and had fun. I hate being stuck indoors. The things I wanted to do were in line with that. Travel. Go on holiday. I was learning to dance. Now... Now I want to
go for a cup of coffee with my wonderful partner
Just have a trundle along the beach and a portion of fresh salty fries in the fresh air
visit my nan
Little things. I can't have true independance because I need someone to push me about but I can get some fresh air and socialise.
I am both extremely excited for it to arrive and sad. Sadglad. Ordering a wheelchair at 38 was not part of my master plan. But I have no choice but to make the best of the situation I am in. I can either resent it or be happy that I will no longer be trapped indoors.
I chose to be happy.