MND can get in the sea

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...