Well, it’s more of a semi actually 🤣 let me explain. The spasticity in my legs make them incredibly hard to bend, despite the multiple drugs I take to relax them. This is exacerbated by fatigue which I suffer with on a moderate basis daily however I haven’t slept well for the last three or four nights meaning that on top of my MS fatigue i’m also just Dog fucking tired. Sort of a double whammy if you will. So my legs were difficult for physiotherapy yesterday and today I had to go back to the MS Centre for a massage as they’d had a cancellation. Yay for me, you might think. You’d be wrong sadly it was more hard work than it was worth.. I lost a good 15 minutes at the beginning of the appointment while the massage therapist manipulated me onto the bed, I wasn’t able to turn over onto my front so she had to attempt to massage my hamstrings from the front, not an easy feat. It was nice but it served no purpose for me really. I then lost a further 10 minutes at the end of the appointment while she manipulated me back off the bed and I got myself dressed. altogether a pretty exhausting experience which should’ve been a lovely relaxing one!

One of the lovely volunteers at the centre helped me to get my my wheelchair into the car so I could just get straight into the drivers seat. And that’s where the real fun started! My left leg is by far worse than my right and on occasion, usually when the weather is cold but can also be fatigue induced, I will get what my husband and I refer to as a ‘leg erection’. Pretty self explanatory but for those at the back, my leg will stick out semi-straight and stiff as a board from my seated wheelchair position (or sofa/chair… you get the idea) and no amount of manual handling or positioning will make any bloody difference. It just has a fucking hard-on 🤷🏻‍♀️

I was about to sit into the car when an elderly gent in a very large Jag went to park in the space next to me so I motioned for him to go ahead. I was in a disabled space with the crosshatching next to me so felt safe enough that that I’d have space to swing the door out to get my legs in. Oh no, no. He parked across the crosshatching leaving very little room indeed, certainly not enough to fully open my door. Worst thing was there were two spaces the other side of the car park, both disabled spaces and next to each other with plenty of room that he could have parked in but nooooo, he wanted to park next to me. To his credit, he came around and asked if I was okay or if I needed a hand. I pointed out that I couldn’t open my door fully to which his reply was “ just rest your door up against my car, it doesn’t matter” umm my car is six weeks old. I do not want marks from his car on my door! So instead he offered to lift my legs in for me advising that he regularly does this for his wife who is much larger than me! Unfortunately, for him, I’m sure his wife’s legs are much less rigid than mine. Anyway, as I’m sure you’ve all imagined already what ensued was me being manhandled by a small, approx 75+ year old elderly man who huffed and puffed whilst pointing out that he can’t bend my leg. Well, no shit Sherlock. Neither can I. Eventually I was in! Hoobloodyray 🙄 we had a little chat and he took his Herculean self off inside to collect his aforementioned “large” wife. I sat for a few minutes, took some more muscle relaxants, with little hope for any efficacy from them, and then set off for home. I had planned on filling up with fuel but thought better of it, not keen on the idea of being manhandled by any more random men today!