Normally I wake myself with the sobbing and the crying I do in my sleep along with the coldness of the wet bedsheets around half five. If I'm lucky there will still be some vodka left in a bottle near enough for me to reach from the bed, so I'll drink that and wait for my carers to arrive. They let themselves in at about 7.30 and they wash and dress me and open the windows to let the smell out of my room. I dont mind it personally but it makes them gag for some reason...
Finally they both manoeuvre me into the electric hoist the council has installed, and lift me out of the bed and into my scooter infront of my desk. They then change my bedding and put my soiled sheets in the wash.
Normally I'm then left alone while they go out and run my errands for me and do my shopping (more vodka) and I'm left infront the computer to type 'i like poo' all day on GFY...
So not so much a 'ritual' as a sad lonely helpless routine...
