Today’s Lunch – 9th May 2018

Published May 9, 2018 by helentastic67

Todays Lunch 0905

Today’s Lunch

Good Mental Health Day

So rather than scootering today, to fit in with Young John’s other important people I’m not on Hellonwheels. This is the time of year every Wednesday is a day to wear my scootering T-shirt! It states on the front “Eat. Sleep. Ride. Repeat” and as it’s Autumn, every Wednesday could be the last until spring and even then, spring is pretty wet.

T Shirt

I may not have mentioned but Hellonwheels is not waterproof! Sadly. After a few crazy days and weeks, I’ve made it to Clifton Hill in time for lunch before the Punchy/Stabby starts! I’m sitting in the front window today as there are lots of well-behaved doggies waiting for fog biscuits. Frankie is present, let’s see if I can snap a photo of Frankie with her dad. Frankie will beg for food from complete strangers. It’s cute.

Frankie

Today’s offering is an Arancini Zucca (pumpkin and spinach) and my standard medicine.

Pumpkin and Spinich

Latte

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When I got to the chiro I ran into Young Johns wife! That’s right! Her names Young Betty!

Young Betty

Cheers,
H

Wednesday

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One Word

Published May 7, 2018 by helentastic67

One Word 2

One Word

You know those things in life, I’ve managed to excel at and what I consider winning at life skills and yesterday I shared a piece of my Helen’s wisdom with my Case Manager over our lunch meeting and he managed to trump me with just one word.

One Word 1

It’s with his permission I share this story with you.

When I moved to my home four years ago, I had plenty (too many) of door-knockers, you know the ones, bible bashers, God bothers and since watching a show a few years back called “The Heart of Dixie” I’ve based how I deal with these situations, based on this particularly great, but grumpy character. In short, the character is the Mayor, he’s a retired sportsman of African American background and he’s seen as a tall black drink of water, so it’s very funny when he greets everyone with a strong and grumpy ‘No’ and he just repeats it. Until whoever is asking something of him, goes away.

Hart of Dixie

So, on a Saturday I’ll open the door in my PJ’s and encounter a sweet young Asian girl or two well dressed, clean faced boys (sorry men) and before they get a word out I start with the “NO!”

Answer door in pj

If the brochure in the hand comes out or they open their mouths, I just repeat “NO, NO, NO, NO!” you get the idea. A good head shake never goes away. Then I step it up by closing the door. Sometimes I’m peeking around the door with “NO, NO, NO” and the head shakes to see if they are still there. Why are they still there? Then I slam the door.

No no no

I must say, I thought I was nailing it, I really did until I met with my Case Manager yesterday and somehow this topic came up, he told me what he does in a word, trumped me. He opens the door, says one word and then slams it!

Ready?

Wondering what the word is?

“GAY!”

Gay

OMG! They win again, I could lie, I guess, but I just thought it was way too good.

Today I re-countered this story to my carer while she thought about it, I suggested I didn’t know if all religions had the same opinion about Gay and Lesbians and told her I didn’t care enough to research it.

Religion

But, I think sometimes life with a disability can be pretty depressing and sometimes it’s these amusing moments that we should share to make it all worthwhile.

Feel free to use either of these methods to dissuade annoying people from pestering you at home.

You’re Welcome.

You're Welcome

Quality

Published May 4, 2018 by helentastic67

Quality

Quality

Why is it control freaks have such a bad rep? I mean, I utilise many methods of Quality Control with my carers and family.

Control Freak

 

There are good and bad things about outsourcing your chores around the house and by saying that I’m talking about things I can’t do myself or they leave me exhausted and still trying to get through my admin/emails at 1am which is ridiculous.

Quality Control

I can only spend so much time watching how someone does something or I might as well do it myself. So, I’ve found ways to do quality control.

I ask my carers to wash dishes, but not dry them.

Doing dishes

There are several reasons for this;

  1. I don’t see the point in drying dishes when they can be left to dry by themselves and I put them away later.
  2. It leaves more time for them to something else.
  3. If they dry the dishes they will stack them on the bench, I have limited bench space, so before I an even make my breakfast, I have to put them away. Or the carers will put them away. * I often can’t find things so I have to think where my carers would have put them.
  4. And likely the most important; I can check that things are actually clean! Because sometimes, they are worse than if I tried to wash them one-handed.

Today a carer containerized up some cat food from the supermarket, I gave her the containers and a small plastic crate to carry them all around to the fridge in one trip. When asked where they were, so I could put them in the freezer, she said she had put them in there already and some hours later when looking for the plastic crate to relocate my “Lunch making” things from the fridge to the kitchen in one convenient trip, I discovered she had put the crate in the freezer with the containers in it.

Cat food

A complete waste of space in my fridge/freezer, as the smaller crate in the freezer, allows me to fit in plenty of other things if stacked correctly.

All in the freezer

I had to drag out the larger crate and I discovered the containers had leaked and giving me another job to clean the inside of my freezer.

Cleaning Freezer

None of the containers had even been sealed properly.

Today’s Lunch – 2nd May 2018

Published May 2, 2018 by helentastic67

Todays lunch

Today’s Lunch

Good Mental Health Day

Ok, let’s see what I can squeeze into what used to be my standard traditional Wednesday lunch post?

MRI results, 5000+ steps in a day! What? You heard! And Vox pop! Visit from me mum! (Yes, on purpose) I love my mum! Fish curry and maybe a trip to Bunnings for picture rails because living in an apartment that’s not as old as I am means I just put picture hooks up everywhere to hang my prints.

MRI

You know you have not officially moved in until you have hung your artwork! I am attempting to convince my landlord I put up picture rails and paint them to match the walls, so rather than make good when I move out, I make better and leave it as is.

Artwork

Have also heard of a potential 12-week-old female fur-baby looking for a new home. So, I guess I might be onto my property manager again. Anyone sense I’m not adverse to pester-power? I mean, if it works for kids, why not me?

New fur baby

So, today’s offering? Well, didn’t get to my fav cafe today, so lunch!

Empty plate
Oh, yeah. I guess I’ll circle back and give you the results of last week’s MRI’s? They are normal! Normal? Who/when/why/when have I ever been called Normal? Normal always seems over-rated!

Being Normal

Yeah, my brain, it’s still up there! (Ba da boom!) brain injury humour, my mum did not laugh and my spine (which I wanted to rule out a second disc-Bulge) was rather normal with the usual degeneration, that’s nice isn’t it? So, for the mystery pain and other issues the mystery continues.

Mystery pain

And I did 5,000+ steps yesterday! And yes, my legs hurt! Both of them. Looking forward to seeing my Chiro today where she’s to put that damn rib back in again and sort out this eternal migraine, when does it end?

Chiropractor

Cheers,
H

Happy Wednesday

Fighting the Big Fight

Published April 30, 2018 by helentastic67

Fight the Big Fight

Fighting the Big Fight

You know those days you think “Wah” (like a baby) why do I have to be the one to stand up for when people are idiots? And if you don’t do something to make a change, they will keep being ‘idiots’. I had that moment as I often do a few days ago.

Being idiots

Now, by all means we all do it, sure, but then there are times it can be beyond painful.

Then there was yesterday.

I do like to upsize my meeting with my CM (Case Manager) to be help at my favourite café (Where I also go on a Wednesday) and then I wandered down to my GP appointment, so far, so good. Left the GP’s clinic and walked a short distance to the tram stop. I would normally walk to the next stop near the café so I get a little exercise.

Walking to the tram

Now the weather report. It’s a lovely day in Melbourne, it’s summer, there is blue sky and it’s not hot and muggy. T-shirt weather, everything is right in the world.

T shirt Wearing Weather

I was waiting for about four minutes for the tram, I could just hope the tram would be a flat-bed tram (Disability friendly) so I wouldn’t have to work so hard to pull myself up and get a seat. Then along came a woman, she literally huffed within a minute and she complained about the lack of trams. I told her they shouldn’t be far as I’d already been waiting a few minutes. I don’t normally check the timetable.

I decided to check the timetable myself out of curiosity. It was just before 5pm so trams run everything eight minutes. After 5pm, every six minutes. Not bad right?

Waiting for a tram

A young lady came just as that time and checked the timetable and had her head in her smart phone. Then announced it’s twenty minutes until the next tram, but then there’s three of them.

Negative Nancy and her sore legs.

Negative Nancy

I asked the younger woman how she knew this? She mentioned some Apps on her phone. I felt so old. I have a smart phone, but it’s under utilised and I refuse to put Facebook or my blog email on it, because the excuse I use is that I’m not 14…

Not 14 Anymore

I have my personal email on my phone for convenience, but mostly so I can cull the rubbish and anything of value waits until the end of the day.

Anyway, I digress Ms Apps (not a negative term) mentioned there had been a medical emergency on the tram, hence the hold up.

Negative Nancy: “Oh those people on drugs! I just want to get home!”.

Medical Emergency

Seriously? Was there a Zombie Apocalypse I didn’t know about? I tried to level the situation by saying “You know, if someone is sick or ill or had a heart attack on Public Transport, they are legally bound to get them an Ambulance. If no one dies, it’s okay!”

Ambulance 1

Negative Nancy (you know she had something to say about that) “How long does it take to get an Ambulance?”

Don’t know if you’ve had to get an Ambulance, but I have and I wasn’t dying nor did I think I was dying and I was cosy in bed waiting, so it was no drama. It takes as long as it takes.

Again, I suggested whatever the commuters need, they would be triaged with everybody else.

Ms Apps stated she would walk to the next stop, it’s normally what I do and I nearly went with her, rather than submit myself to anymore shitty energy from Negative Nancy.

About a minute later a tram came around the corner down the hill. So, I decided our time together now had a deadline and decided she needed to be told. So, politely I started:

“I know you have maybe had a tough day and your legs hurt”

She attempted to cut me off thinking I would pander to her delicate temperament, but I did not let her.

“Yes, Yes, I know! But what you don’t realise is that right now, I can’t feel my left foot and most of my left leg.”

I started to also indicate a part of my left side and back I used to lift my left leg and despite my

“I have low vision badge,” she didn’t notice. I told her I had half my eyesight. Her demeanour changed instantly and she stated.

Invisible disability

“I’m so sorry! Had I known I wouldn’t have.” and she told me I looked ‘Great’ and good.

Hidden disability is a curse isn’t it?

She really hadn’t had her eyes or paid any attention to my cuff and collar on my arm or my walking stick.

The tram arrived and she eventually stepped aside to allow me to get on first to get an appropriate seat for me to not fall over getting on or off.

Two people got up to offer me their seats and I took one of them up on the offer, very much appreciated.

Negative Nancy took a seat to my left in my blind spot simpering like she deserved the seat.

She started to try to make conversation with me but I was really over it, so pulled out my phone. Conversing with her on my left would have given me a migraine and if you think that meant the trauma was over, think again.

Conversation finished

On my right was a guy on the phone, he was talking to a work colleague who was using drugs and driving around with his kids in the car.

Um, does anyone else want to hear about this shit on the tram? Unless it’s broken up with words suggesting they are going to get him help? No!

But instead, he punctuated every sentence with the biggest sniff and hark back, it was disgusting.

Luckily for him, he got off about five stops before me, otherwise I could imagine I would have silently help out with a packet traveler tissues and if he had been offended and told me he was not a child. I would have growled at him. I’m too young to be his mother. But here we are.

tissues

 

Gloves 4 Love

Published April 27, 2018 by helentastic67

Gloves

Gloves 4 Love

Today, some weeks after attempting a process of buying gloves for both my carers and myself with some of the NDIS funding I have been allocated, I was discussing with the woman over the phone whether to commit to buying boxes or cartons. Um? How many in a box? How many boxes to a carton?

Gloves 4 Love

I’m likely moving in the next few months, so I explained if I have a Costco size store of rubber gloves here my mum will demand – Why the hell did you order so many?

Carton of gloves

So, to avoid unnecessary grumpy, I only ordered three boxes, two for the carers and one for me.

Why do I have to buy them theirs?

But she did laugh when I briefly toyed with getting a bulk supply and moving them on the black market.

Black Market

Is there a black market for latex gloves?

Sometimes it’s the little things, the humour came out to play again.

Funny gloves

 

 

One of my favourite things people will say or ask of me when they ask me what happened to me is. “You should see the other guy?”

See the other guy

Sometimes it’s all about where you are, when asked. Today a man asked me this while in the waiting room at the Acupuncturist. I thought for a moment if he was familiar with me and a friend who I used to chat with while waiting to be stabbed.

Look familiar

I decided no, he wasn’t familiar with my friend Damo and responded as he intended and responded “Dead”

But I felt the need to explain my moment of contemplation and explained my friend used to get acupuncture here also, but has since decided he’s done with Acupuncture.

Meet my friend Damo.

Damo and Helen 3

 

He’s had two strokes! Note: how much better than me he looks.

Today’s Lunch – 25th April 2018

Published April 25, 2018 by helentastic67

Anzac Day

Today’s Lunch

Good Mental Health Day

Respectfully, as today is ANZAC Day in Australia. It’s a public holiday. So, today is not a normal Wednesday. When is it ever?

Todays Lunch

I should mention any public holiday in OZ gives Bogans permission to get drunk and be annoying and obnoxious.

https://www.army.gov.au/our-history/traditions/anzac-day

On account of my chiropractor taking the day off and the presumption that my favourite cafe being closed. (I will allow it) I decided to stay closer to home. (My rib is out again so that will have to wait until Friday I guess! My acupuncturist is not big on taking days off. So, I’m still able to get stabbed today! Yeah me! A goodnights sleep is assured.

Good nights sleep

And with another crazy week in the life of Helen I only have to squeeze in the chiropractor on another day. I’m getting some MRI’s later Thursday so while it’s needed for a specialist appointment next week, even that creates havoc to a normal week.

this_crazy_week

So, today’s offering is spanakopita and medicine. Even snuck in a kip shoes on and all. Since I’ve got my constant companion. A migraine! When does it end?

Spanacopita

Latte 2

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cheers,
H

Happy week

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