I’ve been quiet here lately as I experienced some ableism (that was made worse by the fact it was from someone I thought was a friend) and that took up a lot of head space made me withdraw slightly for a bit. But as much as I did need to step back for a few weeks I don’t want to stop blogging here completely.
The other thing that’s taken up rather more of my headspace than it should have is a problem with a carer. Now resolved and handled very well by the agency. It was sad for two reasons – one it was completely ridiculous and a carer I had thought I’d get on well with when we met and two, this agency have handled it so well it’s just another example at how bad the previous agency were at dealing with certain things. I keep having realisation moments like that and I find them difficult because it was a struggle with the previous one for a big chunk of the time (not always) and so many of my friends were telling me I needed a new agency for ages. But I didn’t think there would be a better agency out there.
Hints of normality are continuing to sneak in.
I’ve been briefly shopping twice, about ten days apart. I managed to get pretty much everything I wanted (of the things I could get in shops here) and the things I couldn’t get were mostly things I’d wondered if it would be tricky – like a couple of books that I’d thought might be too specific for our small Waterstones. I also managed to finally find and order myself a set of weights after trying for all of lockdown. I haven’t been to the supermarket but will probably go next week, at least to pick up my prescription.
Shopping was OK. M&S simply food was the only place it felt difficult and stressful but Mum had said it had’t been easy when she went. And I bumped into one of my friends from my writing group and her daughter (who I hadn’t met before) and have a long chat the first time I went shopping.
A few days before that first shopping trip a couple of my friends came to visit in the garden for just under two hours. We had a long chat and swapped some books. And the weekend just gone the new wheelchair taxi people I mentioned last time dropped me in the village I used to live in. Some other friends who no longer live in the county met me there and we sat in the park for a few hours then went for a bit of a walk along an old railway line. I went a bit further once they needed to leave then turned back and walked home. I would really like to get back up there for a walk again.
It’s been really nice to see friends again. I’m not sure how much that’s going to be possible but I’m glad to have done it. Sadly I think my other few good friends I won’t see in person again this year (or at all in one case) due to the distance.
One of the powerchair techs came out yesterday to service my chair. I hadn’t expected when I rang on Tuesday that they’d say “he can come tomorrow” I’d been expecting next week as it was routine so that threw me a bit. The verdict was it needs a few consumable bits (some of which I’d twigged and others I hadn’t but they’re either about due or not entirely unexpected) replacing, new footplates (I knew they were bent but had hoped it was just a new bolt required) and it is still rattling and squeaky! It’s going off the workshop at some point for some TLC.
I’ve seen both my nephews this week (each of them separately spent a day with my parents). It was the first time I’d seen Rafe since June and he’d definitely grown and was much more alert. Mum thinks he’s going to be Grandad’s boy (a bit like how Henry is all about Granny) but I’m not so sure. I snuck a quick cuddle with him which was lovely, if possibly not the most sensible thing to do.
I only saw Henry much more briefly because the powerchair tech rang when I was on the way out the door to ask if he could come three hours early. He (Henry) was busy looking at the things he and Grandad had planted but it was good to have a chance to say hello.
The only other thing I’ve done (other than you know reading and crochet etc) was sit in my mum’s garden for a few hours on Monday and teach her how to do corner to corner crochet. It took a fair few attempts and she didn’t think she could do it (I thought she could because it’s easy but it IS tricky to start a piece off). However a few hours after I got home she sent me a photo of her piece and she’d cracked it.
Mentally I did get quite fed up and down last night but I’m better today and doing OK overall.