"12th December 2011 - a diary day reflection
Another visit from OT and PT. The Man from Leckey this time, too. More equipment; their numbers are growing. My house is closing in on me. There is no where to hide from SMA, from E's equipment, from her disability. Her army of equipment is growing in number: metal work and wheels; belts and buckles; wheelchairs, standers and seats. I know that they are all to enable E, supporting and moving her, and, ultimately allowing her independence, but I feel threatened by the mounting response. It feels like such an imposition: our family home, full of equipment, and they're closing ranks on me."
And today, as I type this out, daft I know, but my love/hate relationship with E's equipment reminds me of the opening sequence of the The Terminator:
"The machines rose from the ashes of the nuclear fire. Their war to exterminate mankind had raged for decades, but the final battle would not be fought in the future. It would be fought here, in our present. Tonight..."
And in true Terminator Style, "I'll be back"