You Know You Have CP When…

… you arrive at CAB, your supervisor lets you in and says “uh, Emma, you’ve got something pink on your footplate.” and offers to pick it up for you.

And before you even see what it is you know it’s a pair of knickers. And just lamely say “it’s alright, they’re clean.” while tucking them in your handbag. And then giggle and tell your other colleague. Because why the hell not?

In my defence my powerchair lives in front of the dryer and I’d gotten in it then swung round and fished for a fleece out of the dryer right before leaving the house.

But it’s not much of an excuse given that over the years I’ve

had a neighbour chase down the road to tell me I had a bra hanging off the back of my chair.

had another CAB colleague find a tea towel tucked on top of my batteries

Gone in to see the practice nurse to have her point out a scarf I didn’t know about on my chair

And had so many knicker related wheelchair incidents (including one where I had a pair stuck in my wheel and my friend had to borrow some scissors in Sainsburys coffee shop to cut them out) that my mum knew this one involved a pair before I even got to that point in the story.

I’d like to think that this is the last “oh, knickers!” moment I’ll have with my powerchair.  But then I am trying to be more realistic this year. And I know it won’t be.


3 thoughts on “You Know You Have CP When…”

  1. Oh, honey. Did I tell you about the time I walked the entire length of the high street with my skirt tucked into my knickers? A guy came up and tapped me on the shoulder – after all that time – and said, ”Scuse me, Miss, but….’ xxx 🙂

  2. I’d use that sucker as a drying rack for sweaters, personally. Then probably forget I had them hanging off the back of the chair, only to have them follow me like a couple of little woolen flags as I tooled down the road.

    I’ve had undearwear creep up a pants-leg in the dryer before. And work its way out – at work. (Fortunately, no one else noticed. If they did, they had the kindness – or unkindness – not to mention it.) Happens to all of us now or then.

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