Well, today is the 13th, and, according to the female I spoke to two weeks ago, there should be some movement on the adaptations front. Are there any workmen here? In fact have I been contacted? Er, NO.
Today I was told that I would have to ring Kier [the contractors] myself and when I explained that widening one door would not make me safe, I was told to go back to the original Occupational Therapist and begin the entire process again. She was one of the able-bodied people that had no idea what being confined to a wheelchair was like, and the initial call was in May, so any takers on me still being confined by them come Xmas? It’s a sure bet, definitely the favourite!
I’ve received a letter stating that the OT will visit me in about three months, so I rang and told them the danger but I’m not expecting any joy, what don’t they understand about the word d-a-n-g-e-r-o-u-s?
How has it made me feel? Totally peed off that’s how I feel. In fact I feel I have started with depression again.
I know that I have said it before but this time louder - I HATE THE WOMEN IN SUPERMARKETS THAT LEAVE THEIR BRAINS AT HOME. Especially the ones who see an old ‘friend’, [emphasis on the old part] then are completely oblivious to the queue behind me as I sit patiently waiting for them to move. More often than not a member of staff has to ask them to move and let me through! I’m glad they ask because I’m afraid I get very sarcastic when faced with stupidity, and am quite likely to ask if their eyes have a day off.
Well that was today’s outing, otherwise I am bored out of my tiny little mind. Is this what my life has come to?
Eureka! I have had a day out! First the bus driver wouldn’t let me on, so I missed a tram, the film wasn’t worth all the hassle, and then I was ill and was sick all down the new trousers and the coat at the restaurant! What a great day! It h ad all started fine and as it coincided with Emma's day off she fixed my hair in the morning but then the bus driver [who looked thick] has misread the new guidelines regarding scooters and decided my wheelchair was a Scooter! I had to travel to the tram terminus under my own steam which meant that I just missed 1. I asked the conductor on the tram what that driver had been on about and that is when it became clear that the driver had been confused to say the least.
After having a stupid driver, the “rom-com” billed film was not funny. It was otally disjointed and would have been better as a mini-series. So another two hours wasted.
Me being ill was, we think, taking my medication with the wine. It was awful, I lost all connection with reality [so what’s new?] luckily I had the good sense to get off the tram when I thought I was going to be sick again [which I wasn’t] and rang Alan and Emma in tears, she had the good sense to check which tram I was on and met me when I arrived back, I went straight to bed and slept until about 2 a.m. I couldn’t sleep after then, on the Thursday I also felt sick when I went to bed, hopefully tonight, which is the Friday I shall be OK. As I said I learn things all the time and this lesson was that my MS medication don’t mix with alcohol.
An email has been sent about the bus fiasco and I had my hair cut short yesterday so alls right with the world. [until I have to try for the toilet or when I go to bed that is]
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