WEEKS TWO AND THREE
I feel there have been changes for the better, however, toddling lesson number one still applies; not to run before I can walk.
Once or twice I have been late taking my medication and became very aware why I should keep up with the doses.
We have been out in the car, not long journeys, I would’t manage that. Getting stuck in a traffic jam is a great indicator of what I can tolerate.
We chose to go to a particular Tesco’s store about 5 miles away from where we are staying, because the store provides mobility electric scooters with which I can tootle around the store. That wee bit of independance is a great boost. Staff in the store were so kind and thoughtful, e.g.telling me how to jump the Customer Services queue so as to get a scooter key!
Electric Mobility Scooter
The car park attendant let us park in the disabled people’s parking bays without a permit, though not before he scared us witless by suggesting he’d test out my need of crutches. Hubs jumped in front of me as a protective barrier. Car parking man told us what he said was a joke. (*******!!!) The car was ignored by him from then on.
I’ve only had one other doubtful incident, and that was passing through the checkout at a Lidl’s store. A customer behind me, (who was definitely no youngster) got into a shopping bag rage when the cashier asked if I could manage, (I wobbled on my crutches when I paid). Cashier and I gave each other knowing looks and I thanked him profusely for his concern. Surprising what ownership of a shopping bag can do.