Tonight I’m going to a family party, I have mixed feelings about this for a varsity of reasons.

It’s going to involve me spending the night in my wheelchair and I’m honestly not looking forward to that. But I swear it feels like my body knows I’ll be doing that. My legs are hurting already, and I’m not even in my chair yet.

I’m also hoping that I can poo within the next hour, because if I don’t anything I do after that I’ll be stuck in for more than 24 hours. The joys of incontinence.

The next 24 hours of my life, are going to be as uncomfortable and rough as they are fun.

I’ve got to use ramps that scare me, sleep in my wheelchair, where the same clothes. And I know I’m going to be in my pain.

Just because something will be worth it, doesn’t mean its going to be easy.

Part of me can’t wait to come home to my girls honestly, and I haven’t even left yet.