So what happens when you find yourself being packaged up and put into a box?
Metaphorically I mean-lol
Although…the thought of popping a shit load of bubble wrap does sound rather fun! I mean, who doesn’t love bubble wrap?
Or….is that too much…oohhhh packing peanuts!! Heehee why are they called peanuts any way?
For the love of god…pleaseeeee do not wrap FRAGILE tape around me…which leads me onto my blog post.
Just recently a few things have happened where I am starting to feel I have been plopped into a “sick and disabled box” weather I like it or not.
For those of you who know me….I am sure you will know already this has not gone down well. For my lovely regular readers….I am sure you understand this too…
At other times being in a “box” can be quite useful, parking with a blue badge for example is enourmously helpful with being able to get it and out of a car comfortably and not having as far too walk to e.g a shop.
Sure some days it might be easier than others, but after having a plonk round a few shops I am always greatful my car is not the other side of a car park slammed up another car trying to twist my back to get into it.
I went car shopping with C and J the other day, I tried sitting in a bright red new style sport fiesta…with…bucket seats….J thought it was amazing because it was his favourite colour..red. I also thought it was lovely…until…..I tried to get out…there’s nothing quite like trying to look dignified scrambling out of a car saying “errr no…” and yes I did laugh quite a lot.
C suggested trying a few other styles pf car and needless to say cars with a higher seating position were better…and no…I didn’t get stuck….I have however taking a shine to Nissan Juke’s!
It’s almost 5 months now since my relapse in Novemner 2018, I think I have gone through the process of shock, anger, frustration, upset, positivity, negativity, viewing myself differently.
What I hope, and what I feel like even more recently, is I feel like me again, I haven’t lost sight of myself.
So here’s to the next 5 months…