After a lot of deliberation I booked a flight to Vegas for next week to join up with Monique and Rob, my Yukon 1000 mile race mates.

Trying to book a suitable room is proving very stressful.
My voice on the phone is dire.
I’ve had to explain over and over again, to people that don’t really care, that I’m paralysed, need a roll into shower and a toilet that has bars either side so that I can just get onto it.

It’s pretty humiliating and I now wish I hadn’t started this process.

I used to be such a positive person, that always found things do-able.

Now, little things go wrong, and my world completely falls apart.
And I can’t seem to stop it.