MND can get in the sea

David has lost his writing mojo.  Every time I ask him about the blog, he just says he hasn’t felt like putting it together, but I know lots of you follow our journey, so I thought I’d take to the reins for this update to give David some time off. We have had a few big events happen in our lives recently – having carers start, our new powered transfer aid, the Leeds marathon and going on a cruise.  Let’s start with the carers.  This all started quite unexpectedly to be honest.  I had been trying to juggle caring for David while still working at the hospital and taking care of the house.  In order to do this, I was getting up early myself and then getting David up.  This involved transferring from bed to bathroom for morning care, dressing, transferring into the living room, doing food prep for the day and then setting up him with breakfast and everything he needed for the day before setting off to work at 10am for 6 hours.  After work was usually shopp...

My three monthly respiratory appointment at the hospital recently went very well. I wore a saturation probe on my finger the night before and handed it in for analysis when we arrived. The respiratory physio Steph, and student physio Phoebe tested my sniff and cough strength and took a blood gas sample, all of which came back with good results. However, I had to tell the consultant Dr Jackson, that I have been waking in the night, having to catch my breath and that I sometimes wake with a headache. Alice also said that she can hear that I have sleep apnoea during the night. All of these things, and my constant yawning during the day, are typical symptoms of CO2 retention. As my respiratory muscles weaken, I can't fully fill or empty my lungs, which in turn lowers my oxygen saturation, and raises my heart rate. Dr Jackson said the results of the probe backed this up and although my breathing was not concerning at the moment, it might be an idea to have a think about trying non invas...

Does anyone like January? Not many of us I'm guessing. I was certainly happy to see the back of it. I remember last year that my symptoms deteriorated remarkably just after Christmas and I feel as though the same has happened this year. Maybe it's the January blues, or the amount of rain we've had, or maybe it's just a coincidence, but it has hit me pretty hard I'm afraid.  Over the last few weeks I have noticed that my arm and finger strength has reduced and I now struggle to lift the duvet up to my pillow at night, or make a cup of coffee during the day. The things that I used to never think about like brushing my teeth or scratching my head are now monumental or impossible tasks. I have a back scratcher that Teddy and I share. I use it to reach an itch, and because I can't bend down and stroke Teddy any more, he likes a scratch under his chin - who doesn't?  My legs fare no better than my arms, and though I can still stand, I can't then lift my legs ...

I'm finding it harder to independently transfer from my power chair to either the toilet, or my recliner, as my arms and legs are becoming weaker, so we asked the Occupational Therapists to deliver a transfer aid for me to try. This will hopefully make transfers easier and safer, but it does need a second person to assist. The loss of autonomy is disappointing but inevitable. It's quite a bulky piece of equipment to store, so sadly I have had to say goodbye to my records and decks to make room. I bought my first record in 1973, aged 7, and continued to collect over the years until tapes, then CD's took over. Luckily, I kept all my vinyl, and when the surprising resurgence of record buying happened in the last few years, I was able to play them all again, and was able to add charity shop and online auction purchases to my collection. I logged all my vinyl on the Discogs app last year and found that I had collected 1,207 records, made up of 7...