Handwriting can tell so much about someone, doctors writing is said to be hard to read. I’ve found often illegible, because apparently, it’s because there don’t want to tell you everything. But alas, my handwriting in recent years has proven to be absolutely diabolical.
I write very small and often times my carer pulls out the shopping list in the supermarket and states “Okay, I’m good except this one?” She points out what she can’t understand. Often, I look and can’t either. “I’ll give you that one!”
Another customer might be close by and she will not realise it’s my handwriting. I think others assume we are shopping together for someone else.
Today, my carer held the list and she said “Blinky Bill?” It was a kid’s ice cream back in the day (80’s) It was about 3 ‘B’ words and I problem solve like this. Let’s just keep shopping, I’ll see it and remember I need it. We were in the dairy aisle, I called out, “Baby bocconcini balls!”
Luckily, we had already purchased them close to home. I guess I would put it down to my carpal tunnel and the sometimes RSI injury.
Osteo student and one of my Japanese carers who does a tape version of acupuncture, manage both of these issues for me but, it’s lockdown in Victoria during Covid 19. I’m lucky to have kept all my carers but, my osteo students who must cut their teeth with free clinic hours before they graduate. (They need to practice and cut their teeth in order to graduate.)