2 November 2011

So, I have my new car, complete with hand controls. It's a stramge experience - a bit like rubbing your tummy and patting your head. But I'm getting on well with it. In fact I had my first 'emergency stop' situation. Some dick decided to pull out in front of me to bag a parking space on the opposite side of the road. I dropped anchor with ease, even managing a blast on the horn (to warn him of my presence). I was pleased with myswelf, as well as angry with him.

And this Friday I become partially bionic. My friend's fundraising efforts, together with the largesse of my professional institute'sc benevolent fund, will pay for me to get Functional Electerical Stimulation (FES). It should help me to walf more easily. So it'sa big cheer for friends ad charities and a big "RASP" to the PCR who won't fund it.