Posted by sean on April 29, 2020 at 7:56 pm in Health with No Comments


It has been seven weeks since I properly updated you all on my health. It was two days before my birthday, and I was full of the joys of spring, as I could see light at the end of the recovery tunnel.

Frustratingly, I am still in the tunnel and although the light appears closer, it is taking a hell of a lot longer to reach than I envisaged 49 days ago.

On that day in March, I was jubilant at how I had taken myself from the bedroom to the sofa downstairs, using my frame, wheelchair and the stair lift.

Since then, a ‘normal’ day for me would involve walking with the frame all the way to the stair lift – at the time of my last health update, I had to take a rest mid-journey. At least since then, I have been making the transfer in one go. The wheelchair would be waiting at the foot of the stairs to take me to the sofa.

Trying to remember how I was in March, I can’t recall how many days a week I would spend downstairs, or for how long. Seven weeks on, I have found myself having to spend one day a week upstairs, as I am still subject to tremendous fatigue. At least I can now claim to be spending most of the week downstairs, where I will stay for about eight hours.

I am feeling very frustrated at my recovery time. It seems to be taking forever and while minor improvements have been made, I don’t seem to be making major progress. I am still reliant upon Claire for many essential, yet basic aspects of care.

My doctor has extended my sick note until early June. Not that I need to worry about returning to the office then – as you accrue annual leave, even when off sick, I have many weeks of holiday to take. Although I don’t think ‘holiday’ is the right word – like most people, I won’t be going away on my hols anytime soon. COVID-19 has placed me under house arrest until at least July! That isolation timer on the right of this blog is set to climb higher and higher.

I have often wondered what will happen once the clock reaches 100 days. Will there be enough room to fit the additional number? Will it break my website? Perhaps one hundred days and nights, without leaving the house, will break me.

Returning to my frustrations – I made the conscious decision that instead of moping around, feeling sorry for myself and talking about what my next steps to recovery will be, I’ll do something about it! After all, actions speak louder than words… isn’t that right, Mr. Prime Minister?

So, without further ado, here is a list of additions to my daily routine, which I hope will help improve my conditioning and overall fitness…

  • As well as walking to the stairlift upstairs, getting off at the bottom and walking with my frame to the sofa.
  • Remaining downstairs for around eight hours a time.
  • Pushing myself to get out of bed and go downstairs every day and not just five or six days a week.

All these new plans are currently in operation. I hope it will be less than seven weeks before I feel the need to add new tasks to my regime.

If I want to return to how I was before falling off my scooter, I must stay active and continue to increase my activity levels.

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