Good day Bloggets.
Well, I got up early today as my friend said she was posting Hubs birthday present yesterday, so I expected the
post today, only to receive a text from my friend over a glass of cappuccino
and a breakfast muffin, well, OK, a cup of tea and a mushroom sandwich, haha,
so Cappuccino and muffin sounded more cool, right? I, mean, who has mushroom
sandwiches?
The text read that she didn’t get chance to post yesterday
so would today. Bless her she has a lot on her plate, I tell you though, she is
fully sighted and she is more disabled than us? Her Husband is still in
hospital after two weeks, our friend with the heart problems? She is so lost
without him. She said to me the other day
“How on earth am I going to get to the hairdressers?”” I
told her the same way we do, but she can see, so it would be easier? By bus?
You know what her answer was and she has said this before so it was like Deja vou
“Well, it’s more difficult for me, because you are used to
not being abled to see!”
Oh right, well, hand over my shoes to someone else again
please?
Really what are these people on?
She is fit, she can see perfectly well… My God, did I tell
her off… Still love her though, but really, I would love to blind fold or put
contact lenses in these people for a full week, just to see what it is really
like to be blind. I can’t stand it, lately I have been told that there are
people much worse off than blind people, yes, worse off as they are in constant
pain, we only hurt when we stub our toes a million times per day, my toe nails
are split to the roots, I have a permanent egg on my head and the front of my
head is burning as I have bent down twice this week and bashed it on the same
place and it feels like it is bleeding inside and I have had a head ache for
three days. We bump into things so many times a day we knock things over, for
me yesterday teen’s coffee. He was furious and it went everywhere, so a lot of
cleaning to be done also spoiled his meal. And we don’t always register it as its
normal, we do have moments when we curse our eye condition, when we get red with
anger, like when Hub reads our printed letters and it takes ten minutes to read
a load of rubbish but we don’t know it’s advertising until it has been scanned,
then we have got frustrated. We stress over colours for the washer. Is it wood
cleaner or bathroom cleaner? There is a Christmas festival on in a months’ time
local, we can’t go to it, no way. This doesn’t hurt our body, but does affect
our minds and takes us into a depression. I read yesterday two status’s on Facebook
and a group I’m in. One from a blind person saying they were going to drink the
acid from batteries to end it and the other saying he was wanting to put a
bullet to his head. These are people who have had enough. No, we don’t bloody
get used to it. We learn to adapt, but it’s not easy and it’s no fun!
OK rant over. Teen off to college now, photograph gate
continues. He promises he will be getting his photograph today. He needs it for
his bus pass. He did try to go to our Tesco’s, but this one and the one at
college don’t have the machines now, they must have ended that contract and
after yesterday’s news, looks like Tesco’s is in trouble big time. I’m not
bothered, I hate the place, it’s big and cold and the staff are so miserable
and there is too much choice, so you always get lost even with a guide. It’s
one of those places where you can’t wait to get out.
Hub at work with his tail between his legs sounds rude not
sure where that expression comes from, but means he has been told off. Oh yes,
I’m on a flow well, this would be the first birthday he has been home. As he
has had a job that took him all over the world in the past. This year was to be
normal. Hmm. No. Wrong. He is working on the morning of his birthday. It’s a
flipping Saturday too. Oh I am so cross. He said he would change it, I told him
not to bother, and I was going out on his birthday. He said he would come home
to no one then, I said yep…
I sometimes don’t know why the hell I bother trying to keep
up traditions and some kind of family spirit. I really don’t know, this world
we are living in now is a cold separate life and it’s horrible. But in our
family I think I am the only one who is bothered, so Saturday the 4th
of October, a normal day we will have. No English breakfast for the birthday
boy like I normally do no party tea and as for the candles? Hmm. I know where I
would like to light them. Haha haha.
Sorry ranting again, some nice news, our friends are visiting
on Saturday, Hanz and Trix. Looking forward to seeing them. Sadly Like isn’t
coming, hope to see him next time. You must all think I have friends with
strange names?
Yep, true.
Our canary, he’s Irish you know, is a happy little bird
today. Singing so loudly but not screeching today thank God.
Hub has left LC today at home. He said yesterday there were
twelve dogs in the office, all in training, so LC apparently was a pain crying
all day, same today so she is in her bed bless her. Tomorrow I am out with Arty
walking Wagga. It will be as sad as not with my BB. My heart will break and I
only hope two things, my friend won’t talk too much about BB as don’t want to
get upset, and I won’t forget and ask her what I used to, where is BB?
Hub off to God knows where, I can never remember. But he is
staying overnight. He is dreading it, he is the only manager who is blind and
they are such a sighted organisation. They have already been told that there
are a lot of visual posters and so on at the conference to follow and slide
shows. Also they just get up and leave for a break and he is left. Or they
mingle. Well again, there is no one more ignorant than sighted people, so would
n’t dawn on them to mingle with a blind person… He is to do a speech. He will
be mined blowing, he always is. He stuns his colleagues and really stands up
for clever blind people, who are thought of as not worth bothering with because
of our disability. Funny thing he will be seeing an x boyfriend of mine again,
from so many years ago, his name is Allasaurous T Rex. Haha.
What a small world… Sometimes too small for comfort! Other
times too big to feel at home!
It’s fish for tea tonight for the boys. Me, those blooming awful
vegetarian sausages. They had another kind of fish yesterday, so they will be very
very clever this week. They say fish makes or helps your intelligence... I
never have eaten it…
“Stop it!”
OK, I have some work to do today. A rather serious speech to
write for someone. So I have to go from grumpy Fi, and silly Fi, to sensible Fi
and to scratch my brain to search for those big words no one understands, but
makes that person sound clever…
Until later take care cos I care.
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