Had to go to the spasticity clinic today.If it doesen't sound like i's much fun, I'm here to tell you that it lives up to its advertising.It's held at a nearby hospital an is simple enough in structure, if rather less so in motivation and goals.I get wheeled into an office; inside, waiting for me, are two doctors.Both are female. Bboth are Japanese.Both are more than averagely attractive, but, due to some mental failing that I am sure is uniquely mine,

The things are looking up

Yes,Things are looking up. In fact the way that reality is at present, the things are outside in the back yard looking up with a thirty- inch reflector. Things aren't good just yet but they're promising like a politician in the last week of an election campaign. Ihave a simply lovely flat to live in.I have the promise of 32 hours in- home care from the Federal Government, bless its heart; this means that, after some necessary alterations are done to the bathroom door, I can move in, or out, depending on how you want to look at it. and seeing as how horrible where I am now is, and how lovely the flat waiting for me happens to be I am a bit confused by which way around I should be looking at it myself sometimes, truth be told and instead  read books on my iPhone and try to block out the way the complexities of my new life as a cripple keep encroaching on my jealously guarded quietude