@JP, its amazing how ya never think of these things when you are able-bodied, unless something happens to you isnt it?
When my back started giving me trouble .. putting socks on was a 2 hour task... and on one occasion Stu put em on for me (God Bless him)! However, I have been now wearing sandals for a long period of time.
I can only say that my admiration for those people who suffer from a disability (of any kind) has gone through the roof!
@allison, irritating i know from past experience but if you take comfort in the fact that a 'no response' means you werent lied to, it makes things a tad better.
totally humbled today... A few years ago I crashed a car, broke the steering wheel with my face, and enough of the bones in my feet for them to now be a size smaller, also both my legs in quite a few places and annihilated my right ankle enough for it to need a rebuild. Had a month in hospital, about 5 more in a wheelchair at mum's, then about a year on crutches. I was very lucky, my face isn't much different than it was, I can walk and whilst it can give me some trouble, my ankle works. So, moving on a few years, am shopping today in Redhill, looking in the changing room mirror at the new dress and shoes, to see if I want them, right leg is still a tiny bit thinner than left and am comparing how my ankles no longer match and am regretting the demise of the ''great legs'' I was always getting complimented on. Moving forward a couple of hours, sat in car at some temporary traffic lights at Oxted and up the inside come two cyclists, me, being me, is looking at their calf muscles..anyway, second cyclist has a well formed left leg and a right leg so small I first thought it might be a prosthetic one. Pretty sure it was real. so - head snaps me back to changing room, and me wishing my ankle was an inch different and slightly straighter and my legs were still ''great''. I can walk, run, dance, swim, pedal, ride my bike and wear proper girly shoes, my legs are still great, because they do everything I need them to. So THANK YOU Cyclist Number 2, for putting me (albeit unwittingly), properly in my place.. I'm not posting this for a load of hugs n soft words, but in case anyone is feeling a bit like I was in that changing room....somewhere, someone else is having it worse than we are, and handling it. We don't get to choose the cards we're dealt, just how we play our hand, if you don't know how to play yet, find someone that can help you. As of now, I'm holding a Royal Flush.