I’ve been absent for months and have been debating about the subject matter for my ‘gap year’ blog. Given the mood on the site at the moment I’ve decided to go for a lighter element rather than some of the other matters that I’ll talk about later.
Before I start though, I must post a WARNING! (Especially to those recently diagnosed). I am not necessarily the future you!!! I was diagnosed way before the recent drugs that NRAS campaigned so strongly for and I made lifestyle choices that weren’t always the best ones for my condition so if and when I do talk about any difficulties I have please, please don’t think that this is how you will end up. One thing that we do have in common is that we are all different.
Anyway moving (slowly) on……
A recent post from Lilac_Lion has made me realise how much the use of a mobility scooter enhances my life. I’m still working on being able to use my ebay bargain from my house but a slope is being prepared as I speak and freedom beckons. – Just a shame about the good old South West weather.
I was listening to someone complaining about mobility scooter drivers the other day and as I drove around Plymouth shopping centre I discovered to both my shame and joy that I am ‘That Person’. Lordy lor! How can you possibly have a good look around and concentrate on driving at the same time? It’s so much easier to drive a car. You have only to think about twenty things at once but then add in the bargain hunting element that goes with the shopmobility scooter and you’re done for. I have been known to zoom across a store with a rack of clothing trailing after me that had somehow mysteriously attached itself to the scooter. My friend, who was with me at the time, rapidly disappeared in the opposite direction denying all knowledge of me which wasn’t at all helpful as I was left laughing manically to myself and gathering strange looks from all around. Huh! Some friend!
And another thing……lifts…..whoever thought that putting ceiling to floor mirrors in them was a good idea? Now, I try to avoid mirrors whenever I possibly can. (My sister says it shows) so when the doors open and I am faced with a shocking image in front of me I’m bound to be distracted aren’t I? They should make then bigger to allow for this distraction in stopping time. Smack into the back of the lift – everyone a winner.
The bit I truly love though is pulling up next to a toddler in a pushchair. Mine is sooooo much better than theirs and the looks of envy I get as I toot my horn at them almost make it worthwhile. Yes, this is what I have stooped to, competing with a toddler. I love it!
Take care all. Keep smiling and love to all the oldies whom I’m hoping still remember me.