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?
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?
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.
Is there a black market for latex gloves?
Sometimes it’s the little things, the humour came out to play again.
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?”
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.
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.
He’s had two strokes! Note: how much better than me he looks.