Sunday, 23 December 2012

A beautiful Christmas Rush

Everyone knows about the terror of last minute Christmas crowds. The horror stories of self absorbed people  focused solely on what they want. Ignoring the needs of others - or frustrated to boiling point when things don't go as they planned.

For me, this was the first time in 4 or 5 years that I have been out and about to experience the Christmas Rush.

I needed a few last bits. With slight trepidation I found a parking space. But as I left my car I realised just how lucky I was.

I was on my own - independent, shopping for things for Christmas tea. Things I chose, for an evening I will host. True, the goodies gradually filling my basket were pre-prepared, but 2 years ago I was in hospital scarcely able to sit or talk. And now see how far I have come!

And suddenly I wasn't fighting crowds, trying to get my list finished, I was a little patch of contentment happy to wait while the lady in front made up her mind regarding cheese. I saw teenagers helping and being appreciated by parents, and fathers taking time to make have silly conversations with giggling toddlers, and of course, I laughed at the funny dance one does when meeting someone coming down the middle of the aisle you are heading up - while the universe decides whether you will go left or right.

As usual at several points I needed to borrow some height. I thought it would be difficult to get people's attention, that I would feel like I was in the way.

But no.

Cheerful comments, casual assistance, and an array of positive Christmas greetings.

So, for me, this year, it has genuinely been a beautiful Christmas Rush.

1 comment:

  1. For many years I resisted 'the wheelchair'. A lovely OT persuaded me that the use of one would literally change my life. That I should view its use as a pacing tool putting into practice good pain management strategies. Your description mirrors my experience, although yours is far more entertaining and eloquent than I could write.

    For so long I fought it. I ended up a virtual recluse. This piece of writing should be sent to OT's, surgeries and pain management 'clinics' for want of a better word around the country. There is no shame in the use of a wheelchair. I was so wrong for so long. I have a powered wheelchair as EDS means to prevent injury I don't self propel. Passing that wheelchair test was liberating. I like you thought it would be a nightmare. I was wrong. Instead of I can't I am now in the I can category. I can and I will.


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