New toy to play with, ceiling hoist! Makes life a lot safer, no more falling over getting in or out of bed. Ah the joys of carpet time and nursing bruises will now fade into history as I March onwards in my MS journey. March is an unfortunate turn of phrase as it has been many a long year since I marched anywhere. I can’t even crawl no let alone walk so marching along with so many things that I could do are missed but will always remembered, gone but not forgotten! Ahh back to the hoist. After a few teething problems Heather has got it down to a fine art now. I stay in the sling in my wheelchair all day and Heather hooks me up and deposits me into bed. It’s blooming marvellous. My OT wanted me to have one over a year ago but I wasn’t ready and having explored all the alternatives I had to accept the fact I am at the stage where it makes sense. Oh well.