2019,  my flat,  powerchair,  Quickie Jive

At The Moment (15th February 2019)

I think it probably has been a good week – a productive  one at least. But it doesn’t really feel like it. Because for me the productiveness has meant I’ve had to be at home all day every day. I have managed to get out quickly all of the days apart from one but I’ve not been to CAB, writing or disability active.

There’s been contractors here all week sorting out my bathroom once and for all. They are here now laying the floor. It’s been quicker than I thought it would be (I had been told the work may go into next week) and it looks like it’s going to be good. There’s just a bit of debate at the moment about where the right place to put my shower chair is.

In related news I tried to take advantage of being in anyway to get the gas struts on my powerchair sorted out. But of course I told the tech any day this week, he choose yesterday and was delayed getting here until midmorning and less than 10 minutes later the contractor left as he hadn’t received my new grab rails at that point and everything else was better left until after the floor was laid today. Still, that’s the redesigned gas strut fitted now so hopefully that’s the end of those problems.

Also talking of my powerchair we’ve come to the conclusion the problem with the batteries was the charger. So I’ve bought the one they lent me. It’s one of those things where you say “I spent X for a second hand charger” and everybody is like “you’ve been ripped off, that’s stupid money, you should have bought a new one.” And then you point out that a new one is practically three times the price.

I’ve been reading, writing and crocheting this week whilst doing all my waiting in but as always I’m putting too much pressure on myself and I don’t feel like I’ve done enough. Because I set myself up to fail by deciding “I’m going to read a whole book, write 1000 words and crochet one blanket stripe each day.” and what actually happens is I read a book and a half, write 2000 words in total, start listening to an audiobook and decide to start a different crochet project. And feel like a failure.

Changing to the subject to thing I’ve been doing, Mum and I went to see a play last Saturday night. It’s called The Capital and is a 90 minute play with no dialogue. It stars 5 actors playing a lot more than 5 characters and uses moving walkways (travelators). It was good – much better than that perhaps sounds as it’s hard to describe – and I enjoyed it but Mum really loved it much more than I did. I personally felt that it needed a little explaining but she didn’t.

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