Thursday, 9 February 2017
This is me all set for a walk on the Esplanade.
The Chariot with its pink tooter actually slows me down as without, my natural bent is, I walk fast. But only 3 steps and then cannot breathe. With the chariot I walk steadily for 6 steps and then gain control of my breathing ! It is quite heavy is the chariot. It folds. I lift it into the car boot and then out again and unfold it.
Yesterday I somehow managed to twist my body whilst lifting the damn thing either into or out of the car.
I am in agony.
However the advice is to keep moving with a bad back. So tomorrow you will probably be able to hear me scream, from wherever you live, as I force myself to get dressed etc. and do it all again.