So the house has no food.

By the end of the week, we started to realise that there was no proper food left in the house. I am usually the one in charge of making weekly meal plans, writing the shopping list and being in charge round the supermarket to work out the best deals. Having mild OCD means that I can get quite anxious when something isn't done exactly to a routine I have. I tried my best to make a sensible meal plan that my fiance could follow and didn't take long to cook (he works long hours and often finsihes work after 8pm). 

I was determined that being broken wouldn't stop me going to the supermarket for the weekly shop, and phoned the supermarket to make sure they had a wheelchair and trolley attachment available we could use. What I failed to take into consideration was that by the time we were ready it was friday lunch time. BUSY. I spent the whole way round the supermarket being very stressed out as no one had any patience for me, and I was constantly being knocked into. It took 2 hours to do a small shop, and cost 4 times what I would have normally paid due to me not being able to look at offers, plus adding things in the trolley that weren't essential. The checkout operator, despite going through the disabled checkout, had no patience for how long we took, threw the shopping at my fiance who was trying to order the shopping the way I normally do it, and didn't help stop the customers behind me from making their comments about how slow we were. 

I was aching so much after the shopping trip, annoyed with people's behaviour and feeling pretty disheartened that I couldn't keep doing normal chores. 

That afternoon and evening were the start of practicing doing things on my own before my fiance went back to work:

• First up was mastering going to the bathroom on my own, Challenging, tiring, emotional, some mistakes. Even the simplest thing was hard. 
• I also had to work on being able to get up from the sofa on my own. Pushing the chair I elevate my leg on away from me and giving me enough space to hop away. This took a lot of practice, and trying different techniques. I fell back down a few times, and I was being disheartened into thinking I would never be able to do it on my own. Finally though, I found a method that worked for me. 
• This was followed by having to learn to sit back down without just collapsing and possibly knocking my leg. This was even more difficult, and trying to get my elevation chair back to it's position was proving to be impossible. 

By the end of the evening I was able to master going to the bathroom alone, get up from the sofa and ease myself back into the sofa. The only thing I couldn't do was pull my elevation chair back, so I knew I had some more work to do. 

My hard work for the day was rewarded by being able to make the Lego Bat I've not had time to build since I got it at Christmas.