splodgenoodles: (Lady Penelope's car.)
It would make such a difference to my life if shops did not have that tiny little step at their front door. It's usually at least 5-10cm high. My scooter can only do 5cm(apparently) and that's a bone rattler.

It rules out the local supermarket, for starters. And being able to get round there would be a serious bonus.

Well. Not a bonus. Something I *should* be able to do. It happens often enough that I go without things I'd like because 10B is working and I can't do the walking, and it drives me nuts on days when I'm well enough that I know I could do it if I could just stay in the damn scooter.

A lot of other places are still ruled out because they aren't accessible inside or because they have doors that are not automatic.

But there are a few I could patronise more often if it weren't for that little step. The chemist is sort of accessible if I can face a twenty point turn to get round their aisles. The bakery - well I guess it's just a crap bloody Brumby's anyway - but I'm disinclined to go to all the trouble of parking, collecting the keys, getting out, going inside and then doing it all in reverse just for a small item or two. So much for impulse buying.

I'd be really happy to slouch around in a cafe if I didn't have to park the scooter outside and then keep half an eye on passers-by. And now that they're all putting chairs and tables on the footpath, it's actually harder for me. I don't like sitting out in the street much, especially not at this time of year, so Bazza can't be parked where I can easily see him. If he's directly outside the cafe he's blocking the footpath, so he has to go off to one side of their tables on the outside of the footpath. That bugs me.

Such a little thing.
splodgenoodles: (Lady Penelope's car.)
It would make such a difference to my life if shops did not have that tiny little step at their front door. It's usually at least 5-10cm high. My scooter can only do 5cm(apparently) and that's a bone rattler.

It rules out the local supermarket, for starters. And being able to get round there would be a serious bonus.

Well. Not a bonus. Something I *should* be able to do. It happens often enough that I go without things I'd like because 10B is working and I can't do the walking, and it drives me nuts on days when I'm well enough that I know I could do it if I could just stay in the damn scooter.

A lot of other places are still ruled out because they aren't accessible inside or because they have doors that are not automatic.

But there are a few I could patronise more often if it weren't for that little step. The chemist is sort of accessible if I can face a twenty point turn to get round their aisles. The bakery - well I guess it's just a crap bloody Brumby's anyway - but I'm disinclined to go to all the trouble of parking, collecting the keys, getting out, going inside and then doing it all in reverse just for a small item or two. So much for impulse buying.

I'd be really happy to slouch around in a cafe if I didn't have to park the scooter outside and then keep half an eye on passers-by. And now that they're all putting chairs and tables on the footpath, it's actually harder for me. I don't like sitting out in the street much, especially not at this time of year, so Bazza can't be parked where I can easily see him. If he's directly outside the cafe he's blocking the footpath, so he has to go off to one side of their tables on the outside of the footpath. That bugs me.

Such a little thing.

Wednesday.

Jan. 9th, 2008 09:24 pm
splodgenoodles: (Lock stock stoner eyes)
Cripes I'm buggered.

Outdid myself today, did I what.

Didn't have any lunch on account of not being well organised.

Tonight I Have handed over responsibility for deciding what I will eat to 10B. Usually I have an opinion but I'm too buggered.

~~~


Today I went a lot further with Bazza than I have before(oo er!) and in the sun too. And on an empty stomach with not enough fluids in me either. And in the peak hour crowd, not that that means a whole lot round here really.

And looking back now, did get a bit out of it at one point, and kind of forgot how to properly drive Bazza, nearly caroomed into a fence.

OTOH, in the last couple of days have got many things done so even if I'm crap tomorrow it's been a good week.

Have decided to copy local pages of Melways to keep in scooter bag. It's not that I don't mind finding my own way round (in fact I enjoy an exploratory stroll) but today I did find myself marvelling at just how long the distance was between point A and point B, and wanting to check it against my energy levels.

~~~

We have a bad smell in the living room and can't find the cause.

~~~

I am enjoying(is that the right word) reading The Poisonwood Bible although I do feel the character of Nathan is a bit of a cardboard cut-out. I suppose people like him only exist as stereotype rightwing Christian Americans, although since the arrival of the internet it's been astonishing to find how many people of that sort of narrow outlook really do seem to exist. I was never quite sure before, I kind of assumed maybe they sort of did somewhere - or maybe they were literary/media creations. I should have known better - Reagan and the Moral Majority were in the papers when I was a teenager. I guess I did know better, but part of me still held that people like that couldn't...really...exist...could they? Really...?

Or something. I've been in the sun too long.

Wednesday.

Jan. 9th, 2008 09:24 pm
splodgenoodles: (Lock stock stoner eyes)
Cripes I'm buggered.

Outdid myself today, did I what.

Didn't have any lunch on account of not being well organised.

Tonight I Have handed over responsibility for deciding what I will eat to 10B. Usually I have an opinion but I'm too buggered.

~~~


Today I went a lot further with Bazza than I have before(oo er!) and in the sun too. And on an empty stomach with not enough fluids in me either. And in the peak hour crowd, not that that means a whole lot round here really.

And looking back now, did get a bit out of it at one point, and kind of forgot how to properly drive Bazza, nearly caroomed into a fence.

OTOH, in the last couple of days have got many things done so even if I'm crap tomorrow it's been a good week.

Have decided to copy local pages of Melways to keep in scooter bag. It's not that I don't mind finding my own way round (in fact I enjoy an exploratory stroll) but today I did find myself marvelling at just how long the distance was between point A and point B, and wanting to check it against my energy levels.

~~~

We have a bad smell in the living room and can't find the cause.

~~~

I am enjoying(is that the right word) reading The Poisonwood Bible although I do feel the character of Nathan is a bit of a cardboard cut-out. I suppose people like him only exist as stereotype rightwing Christian Americans, although since the arrival of the internet it's been astonishing to find how many people of that sort of narrow outlook really do seem to exist. I was never quite sure before, I kind of assumed maybe they sort of did somewhere - or maybe they were literary/media creations. I should have known better - Reagan and the Moral Majority were in the papers when I was a teenager. I guess I did know better, but part of me still held that people like that couldn't...really...exist...could they? Really...?

Or something. I've been in the sun too long.
splodgenoodles: (Lady Penelope's car.)
As memories go this is a new one, but I think it's a keeper.


On New Year's morning (at about 1 or 2AM), [livejournal.com profile] mrsbrown sat a placid but wide eyed toddler on my lap and I took her for a gentle putt on Bazza.

She loved it. Overawed, she was.




Yes that's right. I've got a little car!1!!
splodgenoodles: (Lady Penelope's car.)
As memories go this is a new one, but I think it's a keeper.


On New Year's morning (at about 1 or 2AM), [livejournal.com profile] mrsbrown sat a placid but wide eyed toddler on my lap and I took her for a gentle putt on Bazza.

She loved it. Overawed, she was.




Yes that's right. I've got a little car!1!!
splodgenoodles: (Default)
Really do have plans involving writing a great old post or two.

Really do.

Much to say and I'm sure I might even be witty in parts. And I feel a great urge to connect with the world in a happy and good and fun way but oh dear, coherence isn't quite there and I'm not even quite getting it together to reply to comments of the sort that directly suggest a reply is in order. You know, those comments of the form that more forthright people would probably describe as questions. (Why take the bypass when you can go the scenic drive, that's my motto.)

I should go to bed, and I should get that husband of mine into bed too. He's snoring on the couch, surrounded by litter.



I like my friends.

Taking it easy tomorrow.

Oh and PS: I'm in love with Barry, my scooter. Yes it's finally happenned, we've bonded and his name is Bazza.
splodgenoodles: (Default)
Really do have plans involving writing a great old post or two.

Really do.

Much to say and I'm sure I might even be witty in parts. And I feel a great urge to connect with the world in a happy and good and fun way but oh dear, coherence isn't quite there and I'm not even quite getting it together to reply to comments of the sort that directly suggest a reply is in order. You know, those comments of the form that more forthright people would probably describe as questions. (Why take the bypass when you can go the scenic drive, that's my motto.)

I should go to bed, and I should get that husband of mine into bed too. He's snoring on the couch, surrounded by litter.



I like my friends.

Taking it easy tomorrow.

Oh and PS: I'm in love with Barry, my scooter. Yes it's finally happenned, we've bonded and his name is Bazza.
splodgenoodles: (Lady Penelope's car.)
How to deal with my angst about going into the outside world:

1. Get really, really angry about it.

2. Think "biltong".

3. Think: "there's that South African shop not so far away, I bet they have biltong." (Biltong is a South African specialty, a type of dried beef. It's very moresome).

4. When the angst about the fact that I'm supposed to be consuming nothing except sustagen for a few days hits, remember that biltong is just protein and salt. No fibre, very little fat.

5. Mmm. Salt.

6. Having a specific thing to do works better than just shlepping round until you get used to the idea of being out. Just shlepping round does nothing to reduce the self-consciousness: if anything it focusses your attention on how you feel. And there's no reward either. So go get yourself some biltong.

7. When leaving the house, don't turn directly into the main street, go round the block so you have an intermediate period of lower exposure to the world before facing the wall of slow moving peak hour traffic and dull-eyed drivers that you must pass before you get to biltong central.

8. When the cashier at your local biltong emporium looks at the scooter outside and the stick in your hand and then asks if there's something wrong with you, saying "Why yes, I have a chronic illness and it limits my mobility" is really quite hilarious when you think about it. (No really, it is. Especially when you say it as though this is an informative answer and manage to resist the temptation to raise one eyebrow, roll your eyes or say "d'uh" at the end of it.)

But it's probably not as hilarious as suddenly looking in horror at your stick and your scooter as if seeing them for the first time and screaming "HOLY FUCK!!11! I HAD NO IDEA!!!!eleven!! DEAR GOD WHAT'S HAPPENNED TO ME?!1?" before impulsively flinging your stick across the store as though it were suddenly transformed into a poisonous viper and running away down the street while waving your hands in the air and screaming.

Patience, Grasshopper. Await the perfect moment. Have faith that it shall arrive.

9. But given you don't really want to be mean (she wasn't being rude, she was just a little awkward, and it's better than the silent pretence of not-staring), say it with a smile and wish her a nice day.

10. Staying off main streets is kind of nice anyway, so do it whenever you can. Gives you a nice balance between achieving a goal and stopping to smell the roses without fucking yourself up too fast.

11. The total lack of suspension with this scooter is a real pain (and something to bear in mind for anyone else looking to get one, especially if your problem involves fatigue) but isn't so bad if you go slowly. Funnily enough, going slowly is quite easy to do when you're relaxed. It's perhaps testament to how I've felt so far that today was the first day I really noticed the advantage of slow travel.

12. Once you've got your biltong, go home! Going onwards to the bike shop for a lock and thence to the second hand bookstore is overkill. You want to get used to going out on a whim: doing too much and knocking yourself out in the process does not facilitate this. No good for the budget either.

~~~~

I'm going back to the bike store some time soon to get myself a bell. The scooter comes with its own horn but it's loud and 'orrible. It would be good for life-or-death emergencies but there's no way I'd inflict it on some poor soul who only needs to know that I'm about to overtake on a narrow footpath. Tinkly bells are much friendlier.

~~~~

Oh and I've finally got a halfway decent Chinese dictionary! I say halfway because it's only from Chinese into English. It has usage examples like "betray the values of the revolution" and "have infinite faith in this doctrine", which are amusing until you realise it was published in 1997. I can only chuckle at those sorts of phrases when I think that they have historical value, not current application. I guess it's a bit optimistic to think the nature of the PRC will change in a big hurry. If ever, and if not to be replaced by something equally repressive with mindless slogans of its very own.
splodgenoodles: (Lady Penelope's car.)
How to deal with my angst about going into the outside world:

1. Get really, really angry about it.

2. Think "biltong".

3. Think: "there's that South African shop not so far away, I bet they have biltong." (Biltong is a South African specialty, a type of dried beef. It's very moresome).

4. When the angst about the fact that I'm supposed to be consuming nothing except sustagen for a few days hits, remember that biltong is just protein and salt. No fibre, very little fat.

5. Mmm. Salt.

6. Having a specific thing to do works better than just shlepping round until you get used to the idea of being out. Just shlepping round does nothing to reduce the self-consciousness: if anything it focusses your attention on how you feel. And there's no reward either. So go get yourself some biltong.

7. When leaving the house, don't turn directly into the main street, go round the block so you have an intermediate period of lower exposure to the world before facing the wall of slow moving peak hour traffic and dull-eyed drivers that you must pass before you get to biltong central.

8. When the cashier at your local biltong emporium looks at the scooter outside and the stick in your hand and then asks if there's something wrong with you, saying "Why yes, I have a chronic illness and it limits my mobility" is really quite hilarious when you think about it. (No really, it is. Especially when you say it as though this is an informative answer and manage to resist the temptation to raise one eyebrow, roll your eyes or say "d'uh" at the end of it.)

But it's probably not as hilarious as suddenly looking in horror at your stick and your scooter as if seeing them for the first time and screaming "HOLY FUCK!!11! I HAD NO IDEA!!!!eleven!! DEAR GOD WHAT'S HAPPENNED TO ME?!1?" before impulsively flinging your stick across the store as though it were suddenly transformed into a poisonous viper and running away down the street while waving your hands in the air and screaming.

Patience, Grasshopper. Await the perfect moment. Have faith that it shall arrive.

9. But given you don't really want to be mean (she wasn't being rude, she was just a little awkward, and it's better than the silent pretence of not-staring), say it with a smile and wish her a nice day.

10. Staying off main streets is kind of nice anyway, so do it whenever you can. Gives you a nice balance between achieving a goal and stopping to smell the roses without fucking yourself up too fast.

11. The total lack of suspension with this scooter is a real pain (and something to bear in mind for anyone else looking to get one, especially if your problem involves fatigue) but isn't so bad if you go slowly. Funnily enough, going slowly is quite easy to do when you're relaxed. It's perhaps testament to how I've felt so far that today was the first day I really noticed the advantage of slow travel.

12. Once you've got your biltong, go home! Going onwards to the bike shop for a lock and thence to the second hand bookstore is overkill. You want to get used to going out on a whim: doing too much and knocking yourself out in the process does not facilitate this. No good for the budget either.

~~~~

I'm going back to the bike store some time soon to get myself a bell. The scooter comes with its own horn but it's loud and 'orrible. It would be good for life-or-death emergencies but there's no way I'd inflict it on some poor soul who only needs to know that I'm about to overtake on a narrow footpath. Tinkly bells are much friendlier.

~~~~

Oh and I've finally got a halfway decent Chinese dictionary! I say halfway because it's only from Chinese into English. It has usage examples like "betray the values of the revolution" and "have infinite faith in this doctrine", which are amusing until you realise it was published in 1997. I can only chuckle at those sorts of phrases when I think that they have historical value, not current application. I guess it's a bit optimistic to think the nature of the PRC will change in a big hurry. If ever, and if not to be replaced by something equally repressive with mindless slogans of its very own.
splodgenoodles: (Default)
My new GP wins brownie points.

She bought my file with her to do a home visit and if she was in a hurry she did a fine job of pretending she was not, but that's not why.

Early on, I mentioned an increase in social anxiety and the medication options put to me by the shrink.

Later on, I mentioned the forthcoming mobility scooter and without missing a beat she said "well you'll want the social anxiety under control by the time you get that" and we had a brief chat about the anxiety issues that I'm facing with this. I was just impressed that she had enough empathy (or experience) to pick up on that so quickly.

I mentioned the fact that as regards the scooter in particular, sometimes one almost wishes one did have a limp, just so the average wanker won't think one is being lazy and she once again reminded me that one really needs to care a whole lot less about the opinions of strangers. It's a fact that needs a lot of reinforcing.
splodgenoodles: (Default)
My new GP wins brownie points.

She bought my file with her to do a home visit and if she was in a hurry she did a fine job of pretending she was not, but that's not why.

Early on, I mentioned an increase in social anxiety and the medication options put to me by the shrink.

Later on, I mentioned the forthcoming mobility scooter and without missing a beat she said "well you'll want the social anxiety under control by the time you get that" and we had a brief chat about the anxiety issues that I'm facing with this. I was just impressed that she had enough empathy (or experience) to pick up on that so quickly.

I mentioned the fact that as regards the scooter in particular, sometimes one almost wishes one did have a limp, just so the average wanker won't think one is being lazy and she once again reminded me that one really needs to care a whole lot less about the opinions of strangers. It's a fact that needs a lot of reinforcing.
splodgenoodles: (Lady Penelope's car.)
Funding for my dodgem car, to the tune of 50%, has been approved.

~~~

Oh oh oh...and my case manager has said that she thinks of me now whenever she sees red scooters (I had decried the colour red for scooters as 'too common') and that in fact, yes, scooters are nearly always red. Which is pretty much what [livejournal.com profile] doushkasmum said a few weeks ago too.

Which proves I'm not making this up.

~~~

If anyone wants me, I'll be browsing ebay for naked lady decals.




PS. I'm actually looking for the naked lady giving the finger, but it's proving elusive.
splodgenoodles: (Lady Penelope's car.)
Funding for my dodgem car, to the tune of 50%, has been approved.

~~~

Oh oh oh...and my case manager has said that she thinks of me now whenever she sees red scooters (I had decried the colour red for scooters as 'too common') and that in fact, yes, scooters are nearly always red. Which is pretty much what [livejournal.com profile] doushkasmum said a few weeks ago too.

Which proves I'm not making this up.

~~~

If anyone wants me, I'll be browsing ebay for naked lady decals.




PS. I'm actually looking for the naked lady giving the finger, but it's proving elusive.

whaaaaaa

Jun. 28th, 2007 04:12 pm
splodgenoodles: (Default)
Okay, now I just have to remember to breathe.

The scooter salesguy and the Occupational Therapist turned up right on time, which was fine, and much phafing(faphing?) occured as planned, but then 10 minutes into our discussions the path nurse turned up as well - I thought she was due after 5.

For fuck's sake I only had two appointments here this week! They would have to happen all at once. But that always happens with pathology nurses - I'm convinced they wait outside all day until they see someone else arrive.

And as well as a blood test there were wires to be attached as well. (I'm having a 24 hour holter monitor thing.) So I was profusely apologising to scooterman and OT and worrying because I really *needed* to be paying attention given they were discussing what would and would not be appropriate for me at the same time as I was being asked to take my top off and such. There was much running back and forth on my part and trying to take in information from various sources and stuff and when things like this happen I suddenly remember why I live like a hermit. Multitasking is too hard and I don't like it even though my customary response is to make a lot of jokes and giggle. Nor do I like getting all worked up and running round like a chicken without a head.

And speaking of heads, mine just went boom. I feel strangely upset. Not giggling now.

Going now. Going to wibble in the kitchen for a bit.

Maybe there'll be muffins.

whaaaaaa

Jun. 28th, 2007 04:12 pm
splodgenoodles: (Default)
Okay, now I just have to remember to breathe.

The scooter salesguy and the Occupational Therapist turned up right on time, which was fine, and much phafing(faphing?) occured as planned, but then 10 minutes into our discussions the path nurse turned up as well - I thought she was due after 5.

For fuck's sake I only had two appointments here this week! They would have to happen all at once. But that always happens with pathology nurses - I'm convinced they wait outside all day until they see someone else arrive.

And as well as a blood test there were wires to be attached as well. (I'm having a 24 hour holter monitor thing.) So I was profusely apologising to scooterman and OT and worrying because I really *needed* to be paying attention given they were discussing what would and would not be appropriate for me at the same time as I was being asked to take my top off and such. There was much running back and forth on my part and trying to take in information from various sources and stuff and when things like this happen I suddenly remember why I live like a hermit. Multitasking is too hard and I don't like it even though my customary response is to make a lot of jokes and giggle. Nor do I like getting all worked up and running round like a chicken without a head.

And speaking of heads, mine just went boom. I feel strangely upset. Not giggling now.

Going now. Going to wibble in the kitchen for a bit.

Maybe there'll be muffins.
splodgenoodles: (Default)
Saturday was a jolly sort of day, really.

I'm still on the DHEA.

We wombled round a nearby park in the afternoon. Haven't done that for a loooong time. Rather good fun. Lots of people walking dogs, I like dogs. Kids kicking footies, people pushing prams and even a couple of people having barbeques.
It felt a whole lot better than it did on Friday. Friday I went out on my own for the first time. I toured the nearby streets and came home feeling like I should have been a lot happier about it than I was. In truth I kept finding myself remembering how much I hate suburbia, how quickly I can feel overwhelmed by a sense of anomie when I'm out there and just how silent and empty this place can be (and not in a good way).

But maybe the secret is to go to the park, where people are actually doing stuff and congregating. Being a community and all that.

~~~

Y'know, once you get over the 'oh god the entire world is judging me' thing, the scooter is really just an extra comfy dodgem car, only without a big old Maori guy jumping on the back and steering you out of corners because you are 8 years old and have no idea what you're doing (thankyou Peter Rowsthorn).

And dodgem cars never go fast enough either.

The OT who's been helping me with all of this has agreed that I shall not get a red scooter. I feel that red scooters are common. (And seriously, they are! Once you've got a scooter or are thinking about them, you start seeing them everywhere and they're all red. Every last one of them.) I am becoming increasingly fond of the very dark turquoise on this hire model, although I reckon a really dark purple would be nice too. Or straight out black.

I shall be sensible and do some strategic applications of reflective tape, of course, but otherwise I want something fairly laid back.

~~~

I am increasingly finding myself wondering what to do with my time. I'm getting bored, cooped up and twitchy. Reading LJ, paying bills and doing the odd load of laundry just isn't cutting the mustard. Too much solitude, and those of you I used to hang around with appear to have buggered off into the ether. (Entirely your perogative of course, and given I've only just gotten well enough to notice, extremely unsurprising.) All I can say is it's a good thing [livejournal.com profile] tenbears is a willing hermit so much of the time - it's so fucking quiet round here I don't understand how he hasn't gone stark raving. Nothing ever happens.
Of course, let's see how I am in a week. Or how I am once I start taking on one more task per day, or how I am next time I fiddle with the experimental drugs (I might be stopping the DHEA again), or how I am when I simply start attending appointments out-of-home rather than having them here or over the phone.

But in the meanwhile, optimistic suggestions for lifestyle enhancement are quite welcome.
splodgenoodles: (Default)
Saturday was a jolly sort of day, really.

I'm still on the DHEA.

We wombled round a nearby park in the afternoon. Haven't done that for a loooong time. Rather good fun. Lots of people walking dogs, I like dogs. Kids kicking footies, people pushing prams and even a couple of people having barbeques.
It felt a whole lot better than it did on Friday. Friday I went out on my own for the first time. I toured the nearby streets and came home feeling like I should have been a lot happier about it than I was. In truth I kept finding myself remembering how much I hate suburbia, how quickly I can feel overwhelmed by a sense of anomie when I'm out there and just how silent and empty this place can be (and not in a good way).

But maybe the secret is to go to the park, where people are actually doing stuff and congregating. Being a community and all that.

~~~

Y'know, once you get over the 'oh god the entire world is judging me' thing, the scooter is really just an extra comfy dodgem car, only without a big old Maori guy jumping on the back and steering you out of corners because you are 8 years old and have no idea what you're doing (thankyou Peter Rowsthorn).

And dodgem cars never go fast enough either.

The OT who's been helping me with all of this has agreed that I shall not get a red scooter. I feel that red scooters are common. (And seriously, they are! Once you've got a scooter or are thinking about them, you start seeing them everywhere and they're all red. Every last one of them.) I am becoming increasingly fond of the very dark turquoise on this hire model, although I reckon a really dark purple would be nice too. Or straight out black.

I shall be sensible and do some strategic applications of reflective tape, of course, but otherwise I want something fairly laid back.

~~~

I am increasingly finding myself wondering what to do with my time. I'm getting bored, cooped up and twitchy. Reading LJ, paying bills and doing the odd load of laundry just isn't cutting the mustard. Too much solitude, and those of you I used to hang around with appear to have buggered off into the ether. (Entirely your perogative of course, and given I've only just gotten well enough to notice, extremely unsurprising.) All I can say is it's a good thing [livejournal.com profile] tenbears is a willing hermit so much of the time - it's so fucking quiet round here I don't understand how he hasn't gone stark raving. Nothing ever happens.
Of course, let's see how I am in a week. Or how I am once I start taking on one more task per day, or how I am next time I fiddle with the experimental drugs (I might be stopping the DHEA again), or how I am when I simply start attending appointments out-of-home rather than having them here or over the phone.

But in the meanwhile, optimistic suggestions for lifestyle enhancement are quite welcome.
splodgenoodles: (Default)
A hire scooter was delivered here on Friday. It was the wrong one, but the right one turned up today and I had a pootle on the wrong one last night anyway.

I learnt some things.

Going down the temporary ramp is a little hair raising at first. And contrary to what we discussed with the OT, it makes more sense to reverse the scooter out and drive it in forwards if only because I'm presumably going to be more exhausted when I get home. Oh and also because it turns out we couldn't reverse it in on account of various angles being not quite right.

Doing a tight turn is kind of cool because it's like being on the Mad Mouse at the Royal Melbourne Show not that I'll ever do that on purpose of course. *radiates innocence*

I need to remember to head check to the right when I'm on the right hand side of the road and crossing a side street - am a little remiss in that respect.

I'm going to need a better arrangement than my current handbaggy-thing, it's too big to carry on me, but putting it in a basket at the front or back will be a security risk. I'll go back to the old little purse on a string thing, I think. And find some way of attaching a shoulder bag to the front basket (which I don't have on this hire one) for carrying all the non-valuable handbaggy items in such a way that a random bag snatcher wouldn't bother but which I can still take off easily when I need it.

It might not be as lethal as a car, but it does weigh about 90kgs when I'm not in it, and so still requires me to have some sort of attention span. Towards the end of our jaunt I realised I was zapping along quite quickly but getting distracted by the scenery - I will need to remember to slow down accordingly and pace myself as always.

If people aren't getting out of your way in the supermarket, just stop. Then they have to go around you. But mostly people are quite obliging. Especially if you make eye contact or say something.

They don't make scooters adjustable enough for people my height! How weird. Minor modifications will be made if I buy one.

The one I got today (the one the OT thinks is the best one to buy) is actually kind of sexy. What can I say? Once I made the decision to try and scooter at all, and after last night's jaunt in an old and crappy and uncomfortable one, this one is starting to look kind of cool, not just tolerable. But I'd like a better colour scheme.

I've got this one, the Karma 333 in emerald green, as shown. It's really a very, very dark turquoise. As these things go, not bad I guess. I like it more than the red. But they're both a bit, well, 1993ish.

In fact, 1993 was the year I bought myself a motorbike helmet that very shade of red. Very stylish I thought it was back then, but I'm kind of over it for now.

Maybe I should just forget the 'mobility scooter' thing and kill myself blatting around on one of these. Much better range of colours even if they are a bit cutesy. Just a slightly darker purple, maybe?

Actually I think the pale greenish one best suits my temperament, but I can't see them letting me drive one of those darlings into the supermarket, which is kind of the whole point. Alas.

So I may be stuck with a boring colour. However, it should not be too hard to obtain naked lady decals, which are okay because I'll be displaying them in an ironic way, what with me being female and in a mobility scooter and all.

Bullet holes are also available although they won't show up well on the dark background.

I mentioned all this to my sister on the phone today and she said something like 'oh god, you're going the whole disabled and crazy lesbian radical look, aren't you? And then agreed I'd need to get my hair cut short as well. (And it's okay for her to say that because she's saying it in an ironic way...trust me). I guess she might be right. But I suspect once I've got one I'll never get round to anything beyond the naked ladies.
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A hire scooter was delivered here on Friday. It was the wrong one, but the right one turned up today and I had a pootle on the wrong one last night anyway.

I learnt some things.

Going down the temporary ramp is a little hair raising at first. And contrary to what we discussed with the OT, it makes more sense to reverse the scooter out and drive it in forwards if only because I'm presumably going to be more exhausted when I get home. Oh and also because it turns out we couldn't reverse it in on account of various angles being not quite right.

Doing a tight turn is kind of cool because it's like being on the Mad Mouse at the Royal Melbourne Show not that I'll ever do that on purpose of course. *radiates innocence*

I need to remember to head check to the right when I'm on the right hand side of the road and crossing a side street - am a little remiss in that respect.

I'm going to need a better arrangement than my current handbaggy-thing, it's too big to carry on me, but putting it in a basket at the front or back will be a security risk. I'll go back to the old little purse on a string thing, I think. And find some way of attaching a shoulder bag to the front basket (which I don't have on this hire one) for carrying all the non-valuable handbaggy items in such a way that a random bag snatcher wouldn't bother but which I can still take off easily when I need it.

It might not be as lethal as a car, but it does weigh about 90kgs when I'm not in it, and so still requires me to have some sort of attention span. Towards the end of our jaunt I realised I was zapping along quite quickly but getting distracted by the scenery - I will need to remember to slow down accordingly and pace myself as always.

If people aren't getting out of your way in the supermarket, just stop. Then they have to go around you. But mostly people are quite obliging. Especially if you make eye contact or say something.

They don't make scooters adjustable enough for people my height! How weird. Minor modifications will be made if I buy one.

The one I got today (the one the OT thinks is the best one to buy) is actually kind of sexy. What can I say? Once I made the decision to try and scooter at all, and after last night's jaunt in an old and crappy and uncomfortable one, this one is starting to look kind of cool, not just tolerable. But I'd like a better colour scheme.

I've got this one, the Karma 333 in emerald green, as shown. It's really a very, very dark turquoise. As these things go, not bad I guess. I like it more than the red. But they're both a bit, well, 1993ish.

In fact, 1993 was the year I bought myself a motorbike helmet that very shade of red. Very stylish I thought it was back then, but I'm kind of over it for now.

Maybe I should just forget the 'mobility scooter' thing and kill myself blatting around on one of these. Much better range of colours even if they are a bit cutesy. Just a slightly darker purple, maybe?

Actually I think the pale greenish one best suits my temperament, but I can't see them letting me drive one of those darlings into the supermarket, which is kind of the whole point. Alas.

So I may be stuck with a boring colour. However, it should not be too hard to obtain naked lady decals, which are okay because I'll be displaying them in an ironic way, what with me being female and in a mobility scooter and all.

Bullet holes are also available although they won't show up well on the dark background.

I mentioned all this to my sister on the phone today and she said something like 'oh god, you're going the whole disabled and crazy lesbian radical look, aren't you? And then agreed I'd need to get my hair cut short as well. (And it's okay for her to say that because she's saying it in an ironic way...trust me). I guess she might be right. But I suspect once I've got one I'll never get round to anything beyond the naked ladies.

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