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Once Upon A Time .. .. Not So Long Ago

On The Road

As the weather improves I find I am feeling my confinement more than during the winter months [I know, I am never satisfied].  As I sit here the sun is shinning, the blue sky is smattered with a few fluffy comfy clouds, the tree is full of blossom and even the occasional chirp of a bird [other than crawing seagull] sounds happy.

Today is the sort of day that I would have sprung up with the alarm, washed my hair, dressed in clothes other than slopping around the house attire, got into my beloved blue car and with suitable rocking music blaring out, would have motored up to the City.  I’d have been seated in my best friends kitchen waiting for the coffee she offered as we gabbled and conversed, she may have been doing laundry or clearing out the fridge. We may have gone to do her grocery shop, or run errands in the city or taken child 1 or 2 to friends, project supplies shopping or where ever.  After jobs were done we may have sat outside or jaunted off somewhere, we may have watched a film together.  I would have been transported and involved in another world.

But I no longer drive and she no longer lives that close.

I miss it.

I miss that time.

Today I am trying to get some chores and jobs done but am too easily distracted. Coming to the blog site was a distraction from balancing the cheque book and paying the credit card.  Playing a silly game will likely distract me from emptying the dryer.  Staring blankly at nothing will distract me from filing away the post and papers.  Then I will be angry at myself for not getting the stuff done and allowing myself to distract myself.

A disability can take away huge things from a person, but it can be the little insignificant things that are felt the most.

Tonight I am going to watch the DVD The Soloist – the Jamie Foxx and Robert Downey Jnr film about the life of Nathaniel Anthony Ayers it is based on a true story and is something I have wanted to watch since it was first trailered in 2009.

Happy weekend everyone

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Posted by on April 27, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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That £100 didn’t last long!

 

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Some of you may remember that at the beginning of the year I gave up driving, there were a few reasons for taking the decision, I did not have anywhere to drive to with my best friend moving 100 more miles awy, my physical health was deteriorating and I did not feel totally comfortable behind the wheel anymore and the cost.  Seven months after selling my car, how has it been.  Wel there was a pang of sorrow the first time I left the house and my little blue bug was not in its usual parking space but in all honesty I have not missed the car at all.

Don’t get me wrong there have been loads of times when I wanted to just hop in the car to go and get this, deal with that or just be somewhere else, but as me getting anywhere involves other people’s schedules, having other muscles to get me from house into car etc, the actual car part was nothing.

I was however looking forward to having an additional £100 a month to play with … I could treat myself to having a take away delivered once a month, or maybe buy a book or dvd or a magazine, save up for that dynamic piece of software I want [to plug vcr into my iMac upload old VHS and burn to DVD], save some for taxi fairs if needed.  The list of possibles were seemingly endless.

So where has that £100 gone to …..

£26 electricity direct debit increase
£20 increase in dentist/opticians/foot scrubber charges
£7 on BT direct debit charge
£33 on monthly Grocery …yes £33!!  Not like I live on Harrods Food Hall goodies, just Tesco

So … that £100 didn’t last long

 
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Posted by on August 21, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

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Past tense life

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“I used to …” I find myself using this phrase more and more and now I have something else to add to the ever growing list of things “I used to …”   Thanks to my muscular deterioration and degeneration of my eye sight, I have had to stop driving and yesterday morning my little car was driven away from me for a new life somewhere else .

I feel I am living in the past tense, “I used to …..” work full-time, for Government Agencies, at a Baron’s Estate, run businesses.  “I used to …” walk, skip, run, dance, climb stairs up and down, manage kerbs and door steps.  “I used to …” go grocery shopping, clothes shopping, shoe shopping with ease all by myself.  “I used to …” take myself off on a coaching holiday, go tall ship sailing.  “I used to ..” play the piano, quite well as it goes, “I used to …” sit for examinations, enter competitions and perform at recitals.

I used to

I used to

I used to

And now I add “I used to …” drive to airports to take/pick up family travellers, “I used to …” drive to visit my closest sole buddy.  “I used to …” drive my bud and I off to gigs in the Uk, or to airports as we jetted to a new adventure or take people to where they needed to go, to do what needed to be done.

I used to have independence skills, energy, purpose, focus and drive.  None of these things have gone by conscious choice or pride, not because of imposed saction or nervousness through fear but by a disease I didn’t ask for, that nothing can be done about, and it will never be any different.  It will continue to rob me of myself.

I used to have reasons to leave my house.

 
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Posted by on February 5, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

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You know those days

On The Road

We all have them, we wake, yawn, groan at the clock and just ‘know’ by some intuitive seventh sense that it is going to be one of ‘those‘ days …. as was the case yesterday.

Dressed and ready the first thing was my neighbour.  I had said to him a day or two before about helping me get to the car Friday morning and the thought crossed my mind Thursday afternoon when he did not drop in to check the times, but yes .. he forgot … so I telephoned and he came down.  He wheeled me out to my car and someone had parked a little too close and forward so I could not open the car door fully.  Neighbour dispatched to find visitor and ask them to move, which they do.  The driver looks at me as if in complete bemusement why they should move their car, even after I explained that I couldn’t open my car door all the way without scratching their.  Anyway, they pulled back, I shuffled and flung myself in, closed the door expecting them to pull back in the space but no, they sat engine running.  The wheelchair was folded and put in the boot, I started the engine and put it in reverse.  They sat there.  So I ended up doing an exercise is ‘know your cars dimensions’ as I wiggled and avoided the hedge, the kerb, other parked cars and the other car.

V-room v-room off to Norwich we go.

Ha!  Traffic had other plans, as did the misty weather.  Tootling along I noticed in the distance an array of red break lights.  Hmmm bet there has been a bump along the single lane bendy bit, do I wait or do I go the alternate back roads ….. back roads it is.  I started off along the leafy ‘b’ roads, that I sometimes travel maybe once every three years – hope I remember the directions.  This route puts me on the wrong side of the City but three roundabouts and 11 sets of traffic lights that ALL turned red as I approached, got me on the road to my friends house.  But the fun doesn’t stop there.  Her house is on a small estate where the road is just wide enough for one car [me] but ohh nooo Mr Royal Mail wanted to buy me a brand new car and give me a lengthy stay in hospital but my quick thinking foiled his plans.  He gave me a look as if to say “Bloody stupid woman driver”, when he was in the wrong, whizzing past the parked car blocking his half of the narrow street, men!

The car was loaded with the essential arty items going to the exhibition [buds daughters final pieces for her art course] and off we head.  Again it was going to be a red traffic light journey.  Traffic seemed abnormally heavy for the time of day.  The College she attends is an old old and I mean ancient building, built before days of carts and horses so parking was never thought of.  The car park is a higgled affair.  It took a couple of attempts to turn round to drop her and the items off and head off in the direction of the next errand.

Making our way back across the City, with its cars sitting arse end out in the road while they have a nice chat with a passer-by, people who start running across the road and slow to a walk in your lane as you approach, and bicycling free wheeling out of side streets and peddling on at an inch an hour and you can’t pass because the blonde-type in her over sized suv won’t move over any further.

At this point you have annoyance, adding to another annoyance and another heaping higher and then just being annoyed by the idiots on the road is annoying.

Ahhh a few hours rest from vehicular irritations, with entertaining chat and people watching.

The journey home saw the return of those exasperation’s.  Travelling along the dual carriage way heading towards the roundabout for the Acle Straight I move into the outside lane in readiness to turn right.  I notice on the major road sign that there is a small yellow sign “A47 closed use …..” – oh buggeration, that means more back lane b roads and a long loop of several more miles in Friday afternoon traffic!!  So I am now back in the other lane and approaching the roundabout, in traffic, committed to the alternate route when I see vehicles going down the road that is supposed to be closed – huh – wtf????

So I putter all through the lanes, mumbling and griping under my breath, I bet some lazy male road repairer sort of forgot to take that sign down as the roadworks are happening over night and not at 5pm on a Friday .. mumble mumble, oh fudge another roundabout where am I going … … … I reach the roundabout at the other end of the supposed closed road and the signs are there “A47 closed’ but traffic was merrily zooming up and down it …. that friggin fat arsed butt crack exposing high-viz trouser wearing navvy DID forget to remove those signs and I am the conscientious idiot who adhered to them!!!

Got home somewhat desperate for a visit to the ladies room, rather hot and bothered, an extra 10 miles added to my journey.

 
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Posted by on June 12, 2010 in Uncategorized

 

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