I’ve been reminiscing about summer…
Do you remember it? It was on the 8th April (thanks Facebook timeline for the info).
I remember it… Mostly for the wrong reasons…
It was the Easter hols, the kids were off, so we decided we would have a Day Trip.
I love a Day Trip. Especially when we go Down The Back Lanes. You get to see all the posh houses then…
When ‘Normal’ people go for a Day Trip, they get up, and go out for a Day Trip.
When you have MS it’s slightly more involved.
Me (The week before): Shall we go out for a Day Trip next week? The 8th is looking good. We have nothing on the 7th or the 9th, so I can sleep most of the day before and sit in a corner and dribble the day after.
The Hair : Yes. We shall have a Day Trip.
The Scoundrels (pulling faces like teenagers): Can’t we just stay here and go on the Xbox/Mac/Smartphone/DS/WiiU/Telly/anything-with-a-plug-on-that-disconnects-me-to-the-real-world?
Me: No… It will be Fun… We shall go to West Kirby.
If you recall from last week, I had managed to Do My Back In, but I found if I sat with my back arched like a toddler does when they refuse to get into their car seat, I was reasonably comfortable, although it was quite tricky maintaining this position for the 45 minutes drive. (How the hell do toddlers manage it?) And I found walking was much easier than sitting.
By this time, however, I had a completely numb left leg. My lack of sleep because of wretched back and usual MS type niggles had also compounded cognitive brain function, or lack thereof…
I heart West Kirby. We used to live there before The Scoundrels came along. I know every little nook and cranny…all the short cuts…the best restaurants…where the toilets are…the fact they have benches at regular intervals along the prom…
It’s these little things that make a Day Trip viable. I’m not very good at going to New Places.
In New Places I do not know:
- Where the toilets are. This is key to any Day Trip. The number of times I’ve been caught short… Bladder control (or lack of) is one of the more classy symptoms of MS. I once embarrassed myself in Herne Bay… although that did involve a six foot Welsh soundman doing a piece to camera after taking a massive breath of helium…thankfully I had a change of clothes…
- If there will be anywhere to sit down at regular intervals. Some days I’m ok. Other days I last 5 minutes before I need to ‘have a little rest’… I’m starting to sound like my mother….
I’m also not very good with crowded places. I get a bit confused and can’t seem to make sense of things. Which in turn means I have to sit down more. Which in turn means it’s very boring for everyone else. Which in turn means I feel like a crap waste of space and The Scoundrels moan more than usual. Unless there’s ice cream.
As you can see from the photos, we had a beautiful, bonding, family Day Trip….
What you don’t see is me passing the toilets in the car on the way to park up, being asked if I needed the toilet, saying ‘No’, then parking up and saying ‘actually I do need the loo’. Cue moans from the back seats.
Then I couldn’t decide if we should eat first or have a walk first. Brain Fart City. Then I dropped the hummus in the sand because my hands were being stupid. Then I needed another wee but couldn’t get up off the rock I was sat on…
Then I had my Day Trip. It was quite funny, according to everyone else. Arse over whatsit on the soft sands of West Kirby.