The day off:

When Sam woke to the shriek of her alarm at 08:30am she pushed herself up and slid onto the floor, once down she dragged herself over to the draws and picked out some leggings a top and a warm hoodie.

Once tackled into her clothing she shuffles downstairs and into her chair which she had left there last night, not trusting her legs again as she didn't want a repeat of yesterday.

She had some banana on toast and a glass of water before filling her water bottle and packing her bag, making sure she had all her meds, her temporary disabled blue badge till the new one arrived and a jacket and a small towel in case it rained.

She had phoned yesterday to book the train to London after her meeting with Emma, she had one change, but she had managed to get a first class disabled seat on both trains and had assistance getting on and off both ends.

Sam's POV

I got into my car and drove to the station, I parked and got everything in my chair and got into myself into it and headed towards the station.

People were staring at me, but I ignored them and went to the information desk and told them that I had booked assistance for the train to London, the checks in on the computer system for telling me my train was due in 15minutes and they were just getting my assistant, Jack.

Jack pushed me to the lift and took me to platform two over the concourse. I wasn't sure how I felt about having someone pushing me, it kind of felt like I was losing my independence.

The train pulled in and I waited as jack put the ramp on the train and wheeled me in. I parked in the wheelchair space and looked out the window as the town turned to fields and back again. I was getting off on this stop and transitioning to a mainline train to London from the local service. As we were making are approach to the station pressed the assistance button, to make the train crew aware I need to get off.

A young lad came and helped me get into position for the ramp which was put in place when we stopped. From there I was wheeled to the next train which had its own built in ramp, this train was much larger and as I was in first class, it meant I got complimentary snacks and most vitally important cup of coffee to keep me going.

I had an hour train ride ahead of me, I started making some notes I could maybe discuss if I was to decide I wanted to go to the medical corpse again help them with the talks they requested.

When we finally arrived in London everything went to plan, I got off the train and headed to the taxi que. Once securely strapped in the taxi we headed towards Oxford Street outside Adidas.

He helped me out of the taxi and I wheeled myself, I took the lift and went up to floor 2 to pick up some new trainers. I wanted white with fluorescent laces and a purple heal and some plain grey/white for work. I found a staff member, polymer size and which to train as I wanted to try.

As the attendant got them for me, I wondered if it was a good idea me coming here alone.

As the girl call Sarah returned, she asked me if I wanted help with trying them on, for once took the offer. She then helped me pick out some new running full length tights and shorts/tracksuit tops and hoodies. I got a few bras and headed towards the gloves, I picked up three pairs, one fingerless and two full gloves but one with thermal liners. Once I paid, Sarah helped me put them in my back pack and secure it back into my chair.

I said thank you and headed off, I was surprised how helpful she was and heard so many horror stories about people in wheelchairs bad experiences while shopping.

Next, I headed to a jewellers who were making me a medical alert tag. They had to place a portable ramp down for me, but it was worth it. The bracelet was beautiful, silver with the medical Alert symbol engraved into the front, and my name, date of Birth, MS and my medication written on the back. I paid and asked for it to be put straight on. Wearing it namely that little bit more confident that if anything did happen at least those who needed to know would be able to find out key information that would affect my treatment.

After the jewellers I got a taxi to the Dominion Theatre where I was watching the We Will Rock you afternoon showing.

On arrival I was directed to a lift to go down to the ground level, they wheeled me to the disabled seating and made sure I was comfortable before leaving me to watch the show.

The show was amazing, it was one of those once-in-a-lifetime experiences, may feel like you are actually in the show itself. Once it was over I decided I was going to take a bus everyone was fighting over taxis. I waited for the bus to King's Cross, boarded at the middle and part myself in the disabled. Once at the station I got back on the train, after eating, I dozed off exhausted from my trip out.

Suddenly jolting awake an hour later with a muscle spasm in my arm was not a pleasant experience. I was not going back to sleep after that, so I sat reading my emails until I was transferred to the Holby train, then once again to the station. I drove home and practically collapsed on my bed.

I was shattered and had physio tomorrow, I was intrigued to know what Emma's Idea was for me.

Only time would tell.