Rehab Part – 6
I have carers, as you know who take me shopping and even my morning carer that helps me get ready after my shower, to face the day, they all become my friends. It’s inevitable, the ones I can’t crack are usually very reserved, on account of them not planning to put down roots and those don’t plan to stay in the job long term, choosing to move onto other things.
When out and about on my shopping adventures, it’s much more like I’m hanging out chatting with a girlfriend.
I might have mentioned, my carers are usually older, sometimes younger, rarely my actual age.
I’m now 46 years old and I get along with all my carers regardless of their age.
Off to the supermarket on Friday, I don’t remember what we were discussing when I said “Yeah, well, I finished High School in 1990.”
And she said
Wait for it.
“I wasn’t even born then”
Yeah that just happened and then later that day.
