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Brain fog

That's the whole point of the wheelchair, to provide freedom when his legs cannot offer this anymore.

After trialling a modified vehicle and electric wheelchair for my son, I won't be friends with either appliance.

I don't want to watch this condition and what it does anymore. It's time to do something about it. Let's end DMD.

School camps are a time for fun and adventure, but what happens when you need help to do everyday tasks most people take for granted?

I've been doing some care work recently, helping to look after two elderly gentlemen. One who is still quite mobile and another that is bed bound. It's work that I enjoy, but also one that can be challenging

thanks guys for help me get $21 aud of hive rewards i was so lucky this week i could not of did with your help i guess i got some follows to and im getting so many upvote its not funny anymore i been doing

Bienvenidos a mi blog ~~ Welcome to my blog. El alzheimer es una enfermedad mental incurable que va degenerando las células nerviosas del cerebro y disminuyendo la masa cerebral, de forma que los pacientes

living through lockdown with nothing to look forward to.

When you have a kid for the first time, you look down at them and you wonder. What the hell am I doing? What AM I doing? Some days it feels like everyone has an opinion and everyone’s opinion is that you

Por mi trabajo tengo la oportunidad de compartir con muchas personas, de asesorarlos en sus viajes y con muchos esa comunicación transciende al punto de desarrollarse una amistad, aunque nunca nos hayamos

This Photomontage Will Make You See It Twice Women's stomachs on the beach blend with the streets during the day. Hiii Stemian, How are you nice to met you Best wishes in my post before bed tonight I try

10 Things You Must Know Before Entering Architecture Department Hello Steemians ! Ten years ago I begun drawing seriously. I was 1o, still looking for something to do with my life as school teaches us

Year ending 2015, I lost everything, house, car, access to my kids, job, mind, soul .... Got sectioned, my life was in a good old mess but I was determined to never give in, I was diagnosed Bi-Polar 10

So I find myself sitting here in an apartment on Campus, feeling like a bit of an anomaly. I am not quiet part of the University or out of it. I float through the doors with the key card with no Purpose