I celebrate every time I can still do it myself: Cutting the grass. The problems will start, I think, if I can’t do it myself. That’s the advantage of living alone. If I had a man, he would say “Leave it baby, I’ll do it”. And I would watch lemonade drinking from the terrace, in my comfortable armchair, and rust.
But I have to admit that mowing now takes three times as long, because I have to sit down every 5 minutes and rest. I choose a weekday, that is not too hot, and so that my neighbors are not at home, so that they don’t watch my ballet in the garden, or when I crawl under the trees. Most of them don’t know, that I have an illness, they will think I am drunk…
Otherwise cutting the grass is like driving a walker. Like shopping with a shopping cart. But every MSA patient knows this trick. I have to wait until the sun is gone, if I didn’t have the trees I have to work around and mow under, it wouldn’t be so hard.
I still profit from the fact that I can still sweat, and I do that extensively, and gasp, sometimes I have to crawl, or I fall, but that is not bad, on the soft garden soil.
So, now I take a shower and then I’ll have a little glass of champagne to celebrate!
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