So today my husband had to feed me. As far as I can remember, no matter how bad I've been before, I've never let anyone feed me. Today I had no choice. And I could only cope with mushed up soft fruit in yoghurt. And I was utterly exhausted afterwards.
Possibly my last shred of dignity, gone.
Not a happy day.
At least I can move my arms enough now to use my phone to type this. I can't talk at the moment but at least I can communicate again.
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