This is a hard post for me to write because I never thought I'd be in a position where I needed a wheelchair, let alone a wheelchair that is so expensive with functions I never knew existed. I have this constant stabbing in my chest because I'm so worried that I'll never reach my target, I'll never get the chair that does it all, the chair that will change my life. It makes me feel sick thinking about it.
Friday, 30 September 2016
Wednesday, 28 September 2016
September Favourites
Monday, 26 September 2016
Kikki-K Haul
Saturday, 24 September 2016
Mishka Mail Stationery Subscription Box
Friday, 23 September 2016
PoTS: Autonomic Tests at National Hospital for Neurology and Neurosurgery
Wednesday, 21 September 2016
Beauty Wish List
Monday, 19 September 2016
It's Not a Miracle, Some Wheelchair Users Can Walk
There’s something about awkwardness and disability that seem
to be intrinsically linked. Nobody likes awkward situations but when you have a
disability it’s nigh on impossible to avoid. The majority of the times I leave
my house I’ll be faced with an uncomfortable situation.
Train Journey's Are Never Simple When You're In A Wheelchair: My Disaster Trip
Saturday, 17 September 2016
Products to Check Out
Friday, 16 September 2016
24 Things I Couldn't Live Without As a Spoonie
Wednesday, 14 September 2016
Paul Mitchell Hair Products
Monday, 12 September 2016
Stationery Galore: Huge Haul
Sunday, 11 September 2016
Aurelia Skincare
Saturday, 10 September 2016
Toddlerlife #5
KP and Nanny |
Friday, 9 September 2016
The 'Done' List: Acknowledging Achievements
Wednesday, 7 September 2016
Spectrum Brushes: A Review
Monday, 5 September 2016
A Fascination with Crime
Friday, 2 September 2016
Bricks on my Chest: Costochondritis
I've dealt with costochondritis for about sixteen years. When it first happened I thought something was seriously wrong. The pain was awful, so I went to see my GP immediately. Was I having a heart attack? Had I cracked a rib? What the hell was going on inside my chest?
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