Had a new cat litter box delivered this afternoon.
This is the MS version of a simple everyday activity.
I knew the box was coming but I was due a nap so I struggled to stay awake to accept the parcel. I can’t get right to the front door with my wheelchair but the delivery guy was helpful and popped it in the hall without a signature when I buzzed him in. Massive box and loads of packaging as only Amazon know how.
First empty and get rid of old litter tray. I can just get to the black bin if I’m careful. Ensemble new tray and fill with very heavy litter. Then put packaging in a dustbin bag for my daughter to put in the green bin when she comes tomorrow. It doesn’t sound much but I’m so exhausted I could weep.
Most of the time I don’t rail about having MS - it is what it is. But feeling like this after such a little thing as swapping a bloody cat litter tray is enough to try the patience of a saint.