About a year ago, I had to admit to myself that my pimped wheelchair would be required more use than i wanted.
So, putting my pride to one side, taking the bull by the horns, I tackled, with my wonderful daughter, the horror of the supermarket, which I had been avoiding , for many many months on my sticks...... I sure you will understand why.
So, wheelchair in car, daughter in driving seat and me with my spare, tamazapan.... of we went to a well known local supermarket begining with A......
A smile attached to my face, shaking in my shoes and every other part of my body, we started down the aisles.
All was going ok, the usual ignorance of people not withstanding, you know what i mean, blocking, ignoring, not making eye contact - but what came next was so unbeliveable that it was actually very sadly, funny as well, hence, my dark side of lupus comment..... read and weep and smile ruely and then you can laugh with my permission.....
There was a gluten and dairy ready meal, on the top shelf of the chiller that I was keen to look at, so my daughter asked a maturish lady, employed by the company, if she could oblige and pass the meal to me, she duly assissted but as she did, she glanced at me, glanced at my daughter then back at me and proceeded to pass the meal to my daughter and explain the meal to her on my behalf!
My daughter interupted her and explained that the meal was for me, the lady then looked at me again and apologised pointing out that she was not sure if I would understand being in a wheelchair and disadvantaged............!
Yes, you read right.... so I hope you will forgive my response and the lupus darkness in me, as this all happened so fast, I think I engaged my mouth, before my brain.....
'Thats ok I said, I just assumed you would be ignorant so no harm done!' and I wheeled myself away with my head held high and promptly burst into tears when I reached my car.
So wonderful people, thats the dark, yet sad but ultimately the funny side if lupus, because it will and has happened again....... the difference now, my retorts are funnier and when the brain fog lifts and I can remember them, I will pass them on.
May your funny bone keep the dark side of you under wraps.
Much love. X