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little to no strength in my arms and hands. I had to get
my retirement age Mother to take the lid off a bottle of
juice yesterday. I still can't spray any kind of aerosol
spray can (So I won't be able to continue painting all my
socio-political, graffiti pieces, which keep getting made
into everything from greeting cards to gift mugs & no
one even knows it ME doing them yet! ) I can't get in or
out of the bath or shower.

I can't get down onto the floor or up off the floor (or
even a low seat.) I actually got stuck on a pouf earlier! At
least I used to be, just about, able to grapple my way to
an increasingly high seated position, by working from the
floor to a pillow, from a pillow to a foot stool & so on,
until I got to a point where I could stand up (if I made a
noise like a trapped elephant and clamoured around with
all the elegance of a turtle stuck upside down on its shell)
but even that was still better than "Help! I've fallen! & I
can't get up!" Which I fear might soon become my
catchphrase.

10 December 2016 —
HELP?! PLEASE is anyone still sober enough to come
and pick me up from WORCESTER HOSPITAL? I'm
having a nightmare. X

10 December 2016 —
PANIC OVER. I AM HOME NOW. Thank You.
PLEASE HELP is anyone still sober enough to come
and get me from WORCESTER HOSPITAL? I’m a bit
stranded lol