Despite being told that we probably won't get a bungalow we have been bidding [registering an interest] for 1 a week on average, surprisingly non have been on the tram route but they have been 2 bedroomed. I have amended my details for the 3rd time, this time giving reasons why we need 2 bedrooms and a garden. OK, some were exaggerations [or lies others may say], but I'm determined not to have a flat and to move yesterday!
The physiotherapist has stopped coming now, she said that I know what exercises I need to do and why. [Shame, she seems quite intelligent, but she still thinks I know these things!]
I got a supa-dupa wheelchair, that was a pre-loved item and has just had new batteries. It turns a complete circle within its own width and length instead of having to do a 53 point blind turn as I have to do on the scooter and has a joystick that works for either hand, so I will have to move it to the left hand side. I would love to tell you more about but since Alan has fetched it, rain or showers have been non-stop especially in the mornings when I am at my best. Anyway getting a used item saved me over £1200!
All I want now is an accessible bungalow so I can use the wheelchair [even indoors] The good news I've noticed with regard to moving is that the people that have been given the property have only had mobility priority since the beginning of July. My award date of the beginning of August will be eligible sooner rather than later!
I have tried the new wheels, my daughter helped me down the steps and we headed for the tram, at least that was the idea. The combination of broken paving slabs and bad dropped kerbs put paid to that idea. Because this road is so narrow, the bin collection lorry has to mount the pavement and so the slabs are all broken and uneven, where repairs have been done it is worse! All the accessible dropped kerbs are in place for private drives and so rarely drop to road level, not only leaving a kerb that needs to be climbed but they are too steep for me to negotiate. Now I remember why I bought the large mobility scooter! Broken pavements and steep access were no problem for it. The new wheelchair however cannot cope, the main drive wheel is touching nothing on the broken slabs so not moving, and at the drop kerbs the incline is too steep and the wheelchair threatens to overturn and so I don't feel safe.
The outcome was that we turned back and went shopping using the ordinary basic wheelchair and a taxi. Bang goes my independence whilst ever I live in this house. I am despairing of moving now and that makes me depressed and so I am developing a deep dislike of this house and surrounding area because I feel trapped.
The shopping trip was a success apart from I wanted a pair of boots but couldn't find any I liked. [well not below £60] I did, however, get a long top for my new leggings and a skirt that can be worn as a strapless dress with a shrug or small cardigan, I also managed to get a nice pair of shoes. Don't you think they would have cheered me up? N0 I still resent this house and my lack of independence.
We realised we may have to be quick moving and therefore I think that we should be sorting what we want & don't want but the tomorrow man [his favourite answer is Yeah, Tomorrow] who will have to do most of it keeps finding other things to do [convenient that don't you think]
