Everyone’s definition of a normal life is different, so what is normal, anyway? My normal is waking up in too much pain to get up right away.
My normal is having to set multiple alarms in order to wake up at a reasonable hour. My normal is sitting on the side of the bed trying to gather the strength to get into my wheelchair.
My normal is only being able to shower in the actual tub once or twice a week when I get my pressure sore bandages changed. My normal is staring at my myriad pill and supplement bottles, trying to remember if I took them yet today.Read more on themighty.com