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Published November 22, 2021 by helentastic67


Thursdays is a rather quiet day ideally for me at home. I usually run around like a bare assed rabbit Monday – Wednesday. Friday is another long day of hunter-gathering and it’s the day my apartment gets its once over with a vacuum and mop. I try to do my admin but even if it’s 40 degrees in the shade, I might venture out on hellonwheels to do some of the things to get ahead of the demands on my one shopping/food prep shift each week.

It’s a great feeling of independence, power and achievement to get out and get things done.

Yesterday I got to the post office. Tick! Tick! Tick! Got to the Pet Shop. Tick! Tick! Tick! Chemist Tick! And the eco-green shop. Tick! Then home.

One of my regulars questioned why I was not there on the Friday?

The woman at the Greek deli gave me good advice. I had explained I was trying to get ahead of the following day and she said “Never worry about tomorrow. It’s going to happen anyway”

Smart Arse

Published February 5, 2018 by helentastic67

Smart arse

Smart Arse

People who have known me over the past 10+ years, they have commented on my sharp wit and that I’ve got the quickest wit of anyone she knows.

Sharp wit

Hello! Compliment. Right here…

There are people who treat me like I’m an idiot because I have a brain injury. There are many ways people comment on my disability. One particular consistent ‘opening’ is – “You look like you’ve been through the wars!” Which I received most recently today. I was a little wet from having to walk a short distance in the rain. So everything else is my base-line already and I didn’t feel the need to comment.

Through the wars

First time ever I came up with the best response, but not on the spot.

So, here’s how I will respond to that line in the future.

“Not a war, a battle! I won!

I won

Yeah! This is what winning looks like and then imagine what loosing would have looked like.”

I generally follow comments like this with a sharp look and a smile. So they know I do mean it, but that I’ve also accepted it.


Another older lady sat in the waiting room to wait for her taxi. She also had a walking stick, now she commented to me; “That’s the thing with stroke, it takes your independence!” I’m sure I’ve encountered this woman before, her name is also Helen.


I respond swiftly with ‘Ah, but it doesn’t take our sense of humour.’

I think I even put a little Scottish brogue on it in the tone of “But they will never take our freedom.”

Sense of Humour

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