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.
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.
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.
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?
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.
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…
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!”.
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!”
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.
“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.
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.