Happy to get in the wheelchair

Today was in interesting day.  I forgot to set my alarm, but Ron lost his balance and banged into the wall and woke me up, as he headed to the bathroom.  I did my God Time, ate (not a large enough breakfast), took my pills, and did up bags of candy. 

The cab arrived and she jumped out going on about wheelchairs and some man couldn't bend his leg.  Huh? 

I looked in the back seat.  A man about my age was reclined across the entire backseat, leaving enough room for a small child who WAS NOT in a car seat.  Where would Ron sit? 

The front seat was open.  I understood; we could only ride if Ron brought and rode in his wheelchair. 

A brief digression on the other passenger: he was smirking, and the way he treated the child made it very clear he was one of those control freak types.  I believe he could have bent his leg, but didn't want to.  I believe it was probably painful.  He "said" he had "fixed" the trip so he would have room, but [shrug] who knows.  It was obvious he was used to dictating.   Everyone else in the world was there to make him happy. 

I do know Ron and I had no intention of letting him dictate to us, whether or not we could ride.  He was happy to get in his wheelchair.  It was obvious the guy had hoped we'd send the cab away and wait on another one (it would take hours).   Instead, HE had to wait as Ron was strapped down and secured in the wheelchair compartment; and I chatted with the driver.  Then we got a straight trip. 

The guy was fuming, and yelled at the little girl.  Nice. 

I see a lot on Metrolift.  I tell you, I don't need any vaccine - those seats are so filthy; I ought to put up a photo.  Many clients have bladder and bowel control issues.  Yeah.  On the seats; which are cloth.  Everytime I sit down in a vehicle I'm vaccinating myself.  [laugh]  Jerks yelling at children who aren't in carseats were a new one.  I would have LOVED to give the child some candy, but I got a NO from God.  I wouldn't have liked it, but I'd have given jerky one too, but God said No. 

We got to the grocery store, and the driver unloaded Ron.  He said I could "just park" him, but I made sad little bleating noises until he laughed and agreed to shop with me.  My love language; quality time. 

Ron hung onto the back of the cart and propelled himself as I guided us.  We had a lot of fun.  We did forget the carrots, potatoes, and cleanser, but the whole drama of the guy had made the driver late picking us up - she was about half an hour late.  Not long to shop. 

[Personally, I doubt the man will be riding long - a couple of hell trips riding around for a few hours, next to a very large person who hasn't bathed, will cure him.  The only way he can "stretch out his leg" all the time will be if he tells dispatch he is traveling in an extra-wide wheelchair - and he wasn't obese.  A guy like that has a really hard time "submitting" to an irrational scheduling system and the vagaries of other clients.] 

Ron and I got some stew meat, burrito fixings (he adores my burritos, and stew), and I viewed the meats.  Nothing yelled "Take me home and cook me!", so I didn't.  I started getting pretty horribly queasy; I hadn't eaten a large enough breakfast.  I forgot the milk, too.  [laugh] 

Ron told me he would buy all the groceries; normally I buy them myself.  Awesome.  We picked up a few things for work, too. 

As soon as we checked out, here comes our ride.  A straight trip, even.  I think it was our reward for being accomodating. 

I came home, put up the groceries, planned the next couple days with Ron, ate a snack, took my lithium EARLY, watched a movie, and organized the living room area.  It looks very nice.  Instead of cases of Bibles on the floor, they are neatly organized on a bookcase.  I have a huge sack of books to donate to Salvation Army, too. 

I have to get up pretty early; so I'm off to take my shower, eat, God Time, and then bed.