Transfers

Listen up! Today's subject is transfers. Anybody? Yes. No, not the little signs and designs used to decorate scale models. Yes. Sorry, no, not the wait for flight changes at international airports, either. Look, let's put it another way. How many times a day do you stand up, sit down, change seats or perch on the edge of a table? You don't know, do you? Why would you? You don't give it a second thought, it's just part of the daily round. It only becomes significant, acquiring a special title, when it becomes difficult and ultimately impossible.
Transfers, in my case, means how I get into and out of bed, or from one chair (wheeled or otherwise) to another, and using the loo! At present I am still just able to stand from the varible height bed, my powerchair and my riser/recliner chair in the sitting room. Every other situation requires assistance ranging from a light push to a hearty heave. I can still make a few tortuous steps with my walking frame but am conscious of how my muscular strength is progressively weakening and will desert me in the not too distant future.
There is now a ceiling hoist in the bedroom that will take me from bed to chair and vice versa. I was introduced to it last week, it's going to be fun!
Basically though, the future is staying where I'm put, indoors, and staying in the wheelchair everywhere else because moving can only occur when the proper help is on hand. Still, it's not all bad news, I never really enjoyed playing musical chairs!