Now, I like to imagine by now, you are fully aware I am a bit cheeky. I can’t be my usually cheeky self around family, because they don’t get it. Weird right? But I’ve got a new carer who takes me shopping and she has worked out very quickly how ‘fresh’ she can be with me, which is good.
We have been doing a little driving to locations, I can get to certain things without adding to the chaos and me having to carry things.
So, last Friday, after driving to a Health Food shop where I get some of my ‘good pills’ which I get in bulk, so they are cheaper. We drove to a neighbouring suburb to the Petshop. This pet shop has a cat that requires re-homing, there might be a kitten, bunnies, fish. Yeah! That kind of pet shop.
We pulled up in a car park on the street and when my carer was ready to disembark, she came out with a command.
To be fair, I wasn’t expecting it, but after a snort, I burst out laughing and so did she.
To be fair, it is always good to have a laugh when out with my carers because people don’t just see me as someone with a disability. People see me out with my ‘girlfriends’ laughing. Sharing stories and wit and people then don’t notice my disability. However, some carers don’t realise if they think they can out do me with wit, they are mistaken.
All I have to do is stand still and let out a screech.
“YOU’RE HURTING ME!”
And people might come to my aid.