Then when I was just about to cook dinner Denyse phoned and told me off for self-diagnosing and not walking. I said that it was so much better after resting etc. So when she hung up I A] Put the dinner isn't oven and B] Tried walking to the loo. It went so well I got my proper chair back up to the table and parked my wheelchair in the corner.
I am back on my own two feet now. Not just 'cos Denyse nagged me but because of the rest I had today