You Know You’ve Got CP When…

…something you buy regularly in the supermarket gets moved from the very top shelf to the very bottom shelf. And as you’re trying to put two packets in your basket all you can think is how much easier it was to reach it down from the top shelf.

I am aware how completely ridiculous that sounds but its true! Must admit I laughed at that.

The seat riser on my powerchair makes moving up to reach high things so easy. And was worth every penny. The only part of sainsburys that properly stumps my independent crip streak now is frozen food with its cabinets with doors that open outwards.

But leaning down and across isn’t easy (but is vaguely doable) as the lateral supports and spine align bits which keep me from slumping stop me. And I’ve yet to hear of a wheelie that drops you down.

I do love my new Quickie Salsa (well, I guess it’s not so new now) with all its bells and whistles and the independence it gives me.

So I’ll just accept that there’s now a new definition of wheelchair accessible in my life.

And if you see a crip in a red powerchair reaching for low things in Sainsburys and giggling? Well, now you know why.

(For more tales of the supermarket on wheels with a definite make you smile factor check out Hannah’s post on the subject

>101 in 1001 – Item 13…


Buy a new more appropriate life jacket

…has been completed!

I’d been meaning to get a new lifejacket for ages – since I wrote this list in fact.  And I’d been planning to ask my Dad if he could take me somewhere to look for one for the past few weeks but then it was a case of never remembering when I saw or spoke to him.

Then I went to Reading shopping last week

I went into Clas Ohlson which is an interesting shop which sells a wide and in my opinion slightly weird variety of things.  I’d wanted a quick look at the kitchen stuff but had decided to look at everything.  And to my surprise I spotted that they had a variety of decent life jackets at a price which I thought was very reasonable.  I tried one on (which I don’t think they were very happy about but whatever) and it was easy to get on and  fitted well (it was a little loose but I didn’t adjust it and usually wear more layers sailing than I had on that day).

The only problem was I was in my manual chair and knew I wouldn’t be able to carry it round Reading and back to the train station then home.  My Dad works in Reading, not far from the centre in fact, so I called him and asked if he would either come and get it from me if I bought it or if I could tell him where and what it was and he could come another day.  But he said he’d come meet me so I bought it and just about managed to balance it on my lap to wheel down to our agreed meeting point.  And dropped it at soon as I stopped moving – thankfully a man passing by grabbed it and passed it back without being asked.  Dad brought it back to me when he got the train back that evening – and he wheeled me to the next place I planned to go before going back to work too which was a win.

Sailing starts next week and I’m really looking forward to it.  More so now I have my day glo orange new lifejacket to use!

>I got the blahs

>I was in Reading most of yesterday shopping so didn’t get here.  And truthfully, when I got home, I just couldn’t be bothered.

Yet again no change in my weight.

I’ve had this week off of work but don’t feel rested at all, it’s actually been pretty stressful as a result of what I got asked to do today.  I am looking forward to it but differences in attitudes have stressed me out.  😈   I’m getting picked up in 10 minutes, more on that later.

It’s all pretty blah at the moment anyway. 👿