New Year

Published March 16, 2018 by helentastic67

New Year

I know you can’t tell because it’s probably July or August. Just a guess, in reality and certainly in my world it’s January 4^th, yes.

The crazy life, that is Helen begun. Went to bed early last night, OK, technically 1am, so whatever.

Jamima, lord love her, pestered me all night. Her nose and whiskers on my face, walking all over me not sure where to settle, scratching at my covers, the licks and fang-like bites = Pest.

Sitting on face

Also equals not nearly enough sleep. Woke at 6am and pressed the Mepacs Alarm so someone, somewhere knew I’d made it through the night, barely but I did, still qualifies.

Wake up early

My carer Miss Tina arrived before 10am and I fell into the wall when I got up. Definitely not a good sign.

Washed my hair today, even though it’s not a normal day to do so. It’s going to be hot today. Wet hair will help me stay cooler. Had a light breakfast and by 12pm I went back to bed for a 25-minute power-nap. Jamima came to me straight away. I could practically hear her say. “Hey, what are you doing?”

Wash hair

I confess I growled for her to leave me alone. Slept like the dead, scrambled up, got shoes on, brushed teeth etc and got on my bike.

OK, got on Hell on Wheels and full speed ahead to my parking spot at my last appointment.

Hellonwheels

On the way, encountered a young man (child, whatever) trying to drag his dog off the High Street around the corner. The dog was trying to ‘do’ something. I slowed down enough to tell him “I hope you’re going to pick that up!” Because I could tell he had no intention of doing so.

Dog poop

He muttered something to do with my mouth. I didn’t hear but he’s lucky I was running late for my pick-up.

Had the ‘Go-Slow’ all the way. Where people are just dawdling along, taking their sweet-ass time, chatting on the phones, I had a text beeping and reminding me it was neglected, but I went knowing full well it was Young John. I was late.

I parked at the Acupuncturist, managing not to smash my head into the pole at the front. (Because I don’t see it!) Took my flag inside so it wouldn’t get stolen. Make joke to have fun with the flag in my absence. You heard me.

Need walking stick today, can’t text, too many distractions around. Walk to the designated location and see Young John is waiting for me.

Getting into taxi

Felt like a Princess as I just walked right up to the taxi, opened the door and got in. He was on the phone to one of his taxi driver buddies on speaker.

Feel like a princess

Young John spent the weekend in hospital as he had a nasty infection that required surgery and had started to go septic.

Lift to my favourite café, it’s closed until Mid-January. Damn it! But really, it’s the only time they close, find alternative.

Coffee and huge Rumball – lunch. Rumball sub-standard, sad.

Don’t people know how to make a rumball? They should not be the size of a golf ball, for starters, but onward.

Rum balls

It’s now 2pm, time to hustle to Chiropractors.

“I’m well adjusted!” Yeah, she chants…

Short walk, short tram ride. Some serious texting, another short walk. Get stabbed – eight times.

OK otherwise known as Acupuncture. Made a call (I was in a separate room today) to register my ongoing interest in a Community Housing waitlist. Took four of my own needles out as I needed to pee. Not the first time.

Acupunture

Scooter ride home past the scene of the earlier crime.

Sometimes, just sometimes, I want to be wrong. He did not clean up after his dog.

Stopped down the street to chat to Matt who is building the apartments. His son 21, who has Autism was also there and his carer.

Building site

Brief stop at landlords to chat to their grandkids, “What did Santa bring?” And home around 6pm. Bring in washing and water the back garden.

Now inside…

Arrive home

Jealous

Published December 7, 2017 by helentastic67

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Jealous

Crazy day today well, okay, yesterday officially. I still run on a Nightclub clock. It’s not the next day until you have had sleep. Even if the sun has come up. Technically it’s after 1am on Friday morning, but anyway.

Friday

Yesterday I had a Carer, it was a day I don’t normally get one, but I had more stuff to do. The fourth day in row and the last three with a migraine. The kind to make me really seedy, but not cripple me enough to keep me from going to the things I’d prefer to be left out of.

My Carer today, one of my regulars didn’t turn up until 11am. I’d gotten up earlier, put on a load of washing and gone back to bed. My Carer apparently wake at 6.30am and lay in bed considering the possible excuses to not get up and go to work.

Getting out of bed

Then she remembered she had me, so she got up. By the time she got to me, she had already given six others a shower. While helping me to dry and dress, she made another confession. When she pulled up outside, she noticed the blinds on the windows here, still down. Her first thought was;

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“That fucking bitch is still in bed!”

I cannot tell you how much I laughed.

Laughing girls

She laughed too, just so you know.

It’s rough when they have all the things you don’t and yet the simplest things can make them envious.

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Hot off the Press – 4th September 2017

Published September 4, 2017 by helentastic67

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This week! Less chaos! Let’s go for that!

Monday, happy I got shrunk! (My fond term for seeing my psychologist!) this good humour doesn’t just come naturally you know……….

A few months back, Melbourne suffered the same fate as many cities around the world.
For security purposes big concrete bollards were put in strategic locations for our protection.
Initially, there was outrage. But in true Melbourne style. We made Art! Thankfully, the Yarn-bombing didn’t last. I do not get it…….

The powers that be were attempting to discourage rope from being creative because the bollards were only hired and would need to go back.

Back where, I ask?

So, this is Melbourne’s answer to ugly things placed in our city for our safety. Yes, it’s Lego! Yes, a tourist photobombed my photo opportunity and yes, sometimes we seem to have way too much time on our hands. But c’mon, this is Melbourne. We love our coffee, our art and our freedom to live and be safe.

Finally got to get to the Arts Centre in the city to see my friends instillation of Handstands…….
Witches Hat

This is what Melbournians refer to as the Witches Hat! Originally it was meant to be much taller. But it’s an Icon all the same.
Handstand

Stop on the way home to post my dad his Father’s Day gift. Found a woman’s car keys and reunited her with them before she got too far. I love that when I held out my hand with her keys, all she could do was mouth out the words “thank you!” She wouldn’t have gotten far but no one likes that moment of panicking. All is right in the world.

Migraine meant an afternoon kip. I always prefer a kip than drugs to fix my migraine……..and my Wednesday trip to my Chiro.

Tuesday. No appointments out of the house. Two-hour meeting with my Case Manager then some serious never-ending admin.

Finally got to the GOT finale………
I don’t do Plot spoilers but when I give a little commentary they will not mean anything to people unfamiliar with the show but to those who watch it they will have a little smile and know exactly what I’m hinting at. Then if you do decide to watch it, you might be tempted to further understand what I’m going on about……

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“That Pie chic could go into hospitality with a difference”. (because I can never remember that character’s name). Followed by “Wolfe!” And then there was 2!

That’s it! A friend mentioned the naked chests, bare bottoms, sex and the occasional incest to which I ask “Define occasional?” And finally, Snow turned to Sand! And sadly, that is it for another season……..

Game of thrones

Have I mentioned I am not a patient woman?

Wednesday, you hopefully read my Wednesday foodie mental health day post? So, the food part is covered. Standard Chiro, and acupuncture then a visit with Bella. Very happy. Dropped into see Wilbur at the newsagents but he doesn’t go to work on Wednesdays! What the? Wilbur is a cat that is in residence at a newsagent in my suburb. He sleeps on a cushion on the counter and was hand raised from only 2 weeks old so they took him to work to feed him throughout the day. He languishes on the counter top or the chair behind the counter. Happily, Monday the shop keeper lifted Wilbur up onto the counter for me to give him a pat. He seems very content for complete strangers to try to be friends. So happy!

Wilbur

Thursday, what a roller coaster. While sitting on the couch in the lounge with the backdoor open, I heard a questioning meow from the kitchen. (Weird right since I don’t have a cat right now!) I gave a friendly hello and decided against getting up to investigate. It’s not the first time a cat has come all the way into my home uninvited since Jamima went to God in March. I later ventured to the kitchen to discover said cat had left me a nasty smell. (Damn it!)

Thursday
Had a nice visit from Aunty Christine for a little snack and coffee. My lunch, her afternoon tea. It’s nice to catch up on the girls I used to have here. Unfortunately, I learnt I had offended one of the girls and was heartbroken to learn we were no longer friends. Spent the rest of the day feeling sick and light-hearted. It seems I can have a case of foot and mouth disease and am not given the benefit of the doubt enough to even discuss it with me. Just sad.

Foot and mouth

Friday’s are becoming very strange days. I’m getting into a habit of eating lunch at a reasonably lunch-ish time on account of my Carer not arriving for my second shift until 2pm! Making me pose the question, Is the world off its axis? Seem to be back enjoying my time with a Carer on the Friday, despite being 20 years younger than me(constant moments of were you even born back then moments?) but a very similar humour and quick wit!

Coffee

Stocked up on medicine(coffee) and even dropped my spring doona cover to the dry cleaners to get pressed.

Happy Spring by the way!

Spring

First of September, my peach tree is still yet to blossom but guaranteed to share a photo ASAP. Was close to the newsagents where Wilbur languishes his day away on the counter so got a drop-in visit. I’m really appreciating the neighbourhood cats. Not the black and white number that thinks he can spray my territory. Maybe it will get me through until I can relocate and get my next fur-baby.

Took the time to call my Pa as my home town made the news (for all the wrong reasons) the nursing home down the road from my father has had 7 fatalities from the Flu. Awful, isn’t it! I understand it’s common practice for the residents in nursing homes to be quarantined in their rooms when a flu epidemic hits. Meal times reduced to meals served with plastic cutlery. Very ordinary. FYI; Jack, my grandfather built that nursing home in my home town.

Wangaratta

My father was rather unsympathetic to my plight of not finding anything suitable or affordable to call my new home. I don’t bother unpacking everything because he just doesn’t get the big picture. He even suggested I move somewhere for a year until I can find something else that’s better. Because I’m really not wanting to move twice. All the relocating drama! Changing all my details, unpacking, repacking, changing addresses, changing my home phone number. Hell no!

Moving house
The day ended with a meal in my slow cooker, dinner in the oven and a quiet weekend of binging TV ahead. If all goes to plan.

Saturday and Sunday very lazy as I always hope. Real Melbourne spring weather has set in. Rain, wind and Chinese laundry in my lounge room and my desire to not leave the house.

Call me crazy, but I think I’m having another long weekend. Five Joss Whedon comics moved around my home. I’m currently reading season 9 of Buffy! (as in the Vampire Slayer) yeah, and people thought it ended before that, but no it continued in comic form. Happy days for all!
Now, for another crazy week in the life of Hellonwheels.

Cheers,
H

Crazy week ahead

Hot off the Press – 21st August 2017

Published August 21, 2017 by helentastic67

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Hot off the Press

This week comes with an explanation, I guess. I write this post throughout the week and save it in my drafts folder in my email so I cannot miss stuff. Each day seems to bring lots of little details that are important and shouldn’t be neglected! So, enjoy.

Monday, had intended to go to the city and see a friend’s art instillation of handstands in the Arts Centre. A woman with a brain injury who is an artist and she does screen printing and a series of stickers of her doing handstands. She does her handstands to relieve stress and pain from her injuries. Having her work on display in the Arts Centre in Melbourne is an achievement in itself.
I have been trying to go see it for a month or more now and I don’t want to miss it. I try to get to all her exhibitions………..but I prefer company.

Art Centre

I had put out for a carer to accompany me so I could also pick up some things in the city and have my carer carry them. My disc bulge I had surgery to in 2011 has been giving me some warning that I should avoid lifting heavy things, or light things for that matter.

One of my agencies was more concerned I would injure my carer by carrying something heavy. I don’t know what she thought I had been intending to buy. I wasn’t planning on buying bricks or anything……… They couldn’t find a carer, so I changed my mind and had a lazy day off. So much for the NDIS being Life Changing!

Tuesday! Went to the city and participated in an art project. Creating something for a projection to happen down in Warrnambool. I won’t be going but Hellonwheels will make an appearance. Yes, yes. I’ll share footage when that happens!

Warrnambool

If I were to go, watching bright flickering lights while at night would be the kind of migraine inducing thing that would not just stay at the normal level of pain I can just deal with. I don’t want to be that girl who comes home from an adventure via a hospital.

Did some walking and collected 2 of the 3 things I had needed the pack-mule for. I had to collect my 3-monthly supply of comics. Thankfully only 8 making me think I might catch up soon? What will I read then? The comics were the lightest item I was carrying.

Pack mule

Tram home and then a lengthy walk. I arrived to visit the builders down the street and called quits. Matt gave my bag a lift home and I continued much lighter still trying to get some steps on the pedometer on my phone, managed 3,500+. Not bad, right? Except, I’ve a nasty callus on the side of my left foot. I suspect caused by not having the right shoes for this AFO and being fitted by a specialist in medically approved shoes. Have I mentioned I mostly can’t feel my left foot until I hurts?
Yeah, and I wear thick socks around the house as I scuff slippers. And it hurt to walk on any surface except carpet!

Yeah, and I repeat. Not Life Changing NDIS!

Really hoping I can get a carer to get me to my Botox specialist appointment on Friday! The Botox, the hinged AFO and shoes is all related. I’m hoping my mum doesn’t need to drive a 7-hour round trip just to take me!

Botox

By the end of this post you will know the answer to that! Finally, Tuesday. Like that isn’t enough, tore a fingernail into flesh, on my left hand. You might not recall, I can’t feel my left fingers until they hurt also? I can’t cut my own nails and I’m not allowed to have my carers do it for me. I definitely can’t afford to pay someone. Yet, I can’t not! It’s never ending!

Another Wednesday arrives and while very windy I was able to scooter and leave hellonwheels on the High Street near my usual final appointment of the day. I definitely couldn’t have made much of a dent on the pedometer. Left foot is rather painful right now. Maybe I’ll finally seem like someone should fund my new shoes!

It’s ridiculous that because it seems I’m doing everything for myself and doing OK so it seems that it’s considered sustainable and therefore don’t need help. So many things hurt tonight.
Possibly not helped by the lack of Osteo, Mio/Remedial of acupuncture the last few weeks.
Have really made excuses to not go out as much because Young John is away and I rely on him so much to get me places. (he has sent me pictures of plates of figs and such, so he’s obviously suffered greatly)

And the heavy lifting I’ve found myself doing today. I rearranged some unread comics this evening and discovered I’ve been reading them out of order. Who knew there was an order? Going to have to purchase a second storage box next time I’m at the comic shop. Can’t believe I’ve become that nerdy girl who sorts her comics. Not a terrible awful thing just don’t know how this came about.

Organise

Midnight Wednesday night. OK, officially Thursday morning got the message loud and clear. No! More! Technology! It was all not working for me in one way or another.
I quit!

Thursday, blessed Thursday. No appointments today! Luckily, it allowed me another afternoon Kip! I seem to get my best sleep in the afternoon and then after I’m up, I feel I’m good to go for another good 20 minutes…..(just kidding) still not getting through the constant build-up on my couch that’s eternal.

Mum arrived nice and early around 9.30pm, for a fun-filled 24-36 hours.

Friday! Completely smashed it! Had my Botox follow-up with the specialist. Was last injected St Valentine’s Day, best St V’s gift ever, despite it being in my calf muscle. They think I’m ready for the catwalk. (Kidding)

Then, as we had time before my next appointment we had a hit and run visit to the Swedish warehouse. Ironic that that particular post went live on the same day!

Stocked up on some tea light candles. And rescued a few plants, as I do every time. Hot footed it to my orthotist about the nice callus that has been giving me grief. Steven informed me I have been his first client to get my AFO funded and paid for by the NDIS! (The portal that you must navigate is monumentally difficult to understand what it requires of you or if the funds have been allocated and approved: Sounds awfully like they didn’t do a very good job and don’t want to spend the money!)
Hint: Steven rang at 10pm and must have gotten a staff member who couldn’t wait to finish for the night, so told him exactly what he needed to do so he could get paid and the guy could go home. Apparently, the call centre is open until 10pm.

Steven stretched out the side of the AFO so no more callus.

Drove back home from Richmond (not me, mum) and arrived in time to inhale lunch as my carer arrived to do my homecare and take me shopping. Ben managed to get the missing filter for my coffee percolator. Mum and her coffee needs are now sorted to her standards for the future. She left within 24 hours of her arriving in her little racing car. My mum makes an amazingly simple meal when she is here and I got to enjoy it late. Chilli’s and chips with a fried piece of white fish and thyme with a fried egg.
Pedometer tells me the day totalled 4,800+. Imagine what I could do every day if I had NDIA funded medically approved extra depth shoes that cost more than a week’s rent?

Now for the never-ending battle of clearing my couch and being off-grid for Saturday at least! Starting now at 11.59pm!

Saturday dawned with the realisation that GOT season 7 was finishing on Sunday night and it meant I had to binge the whole of the first 6 episodes before Sunday night.

Game of Thrones

So single girl date night again meant TV and not a film and still unable to completely be off-grid.
Sunday, looking at my couch and it’s looking much better. No! You can’t see a picture.
Also, 5 comics were read this week. So happy days here!

Also considering to add another tally to mention each week. How many people ask me in the average week: What have you done to your arm? Seriously, if I had a dollar!

If I had a dollar

It’s, already Monday morning, try early and still not interested in going to bed.
Already considering the many things I have to do tomorrow. Might just smash out a few emails now to make a start…….
1.30am……..
Have a great week!
Cheers,
H

Have a great week

Incompetence

Published July 5, 2017 by helentastic67

Incompetence

I suspect incompetence does my head in, because while I have a ‘busy-brain’ I imagine it’s part of my ‘high-functioning’ ABI that needs me to be very organised and I cope better when services I rely on are organised too.

My services today were fudged (Go Helen) up in so many ways, this morning I ended up not going to the DDAC (Darebin Disability Advisory Committee) meeting and I was so grumpy when one incompetent staff member (who rang me between) asked how I was, I was blunt and honest and growled ‘NOT Great since you guys stuffed up my carer this morning!’

Incompetent carer

He asked me what happened and I so didn’t have it in me to explain to another person I grumbled ‘NO, you rang me, what for?

Poor bastard!

Eventually I was told a Maria (Carer) would be here ASAP! I presumed it would be my regular who I’ve had the last two mornings.

Twenty minutes later a woman I’d never met arrived who did do a great job despite never having met me before or probably had changed kitty litter before.

No, I don’t use the kitty litter, but my carers change my cat’s kitty litter while I’m in the shower.

Grumpy

Hot off the Press – 3rd July 2017

Published July 3, 2017 by helentastic67

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Another weird week has passed! Finished three comics and felt a moment of joy at this until I saw an advert for a Comic Con, in the States. The advert stating “Coming in September in 2015!” Growl!

Comic Con

Went out for dinner Tuesday night with some friends. Damo and my Boo. More later on Damo, however my Boo is one of my lovely gay friends who takes us out every now and again for adventures. We went to a ‘Place’ for dinner, prompting me to give people a pop quiz.

What suburb was this place in and what food did they specialise in? It was called Coburger and Co. Hint: There is a suburb in the North of Melbourne called Coburg. This pop quiz really threw a few people and they live here.

Coburger

It’s going to be a monthly adventure ongoing as it’s good to catch up with friends and have a laugh. My chicken burger with Kim chi set my mouth on Fire!

Wednesday for some crazy reason, I had a weird song in my head that I proceeded to share with Young John and Maria my Chiro who I’ve been seeing for over 12 years.

This song is a bit of an ear-worm so it quickly prompted her to thank me because she couldn’t get it out of her head either. Your welcome! Try the link at the bottom for a taste of Aussie/wog culture from the 80’s! As I prompted Young John….feel free to join in!

This week I decided to call my father. I only see him once a year. The only time I speak to him is if and when I call him. I attempted to express how much I needed his help. How I’ve spent money on new pants in time for winter ($24). How often I do my laundry so I can utilise my warmest tops. I even attempted to express how my fur-baby had been good for my mental health. Let me just say I used to be much better at guilting my father into helping me, because it would seem that’s my role in our family. I will also say it was half an hour of my life I will never get back!

Thought I would have a nice Thursday at home, but while I was at home I instead spent the afternoon chasing up services that didn’t just happen. Really wish my service providers would get their shit together to do their jobs.

Friday morning, I had a visit from a vampire. Taking my blood for a barrage of tests. Said vampire asked when I would see my GP again? It’s ok, if there’s anything noteworthy he will call me. Just checking up on the iron levels and such and the crazy lady hormones.

Vampire

Not sure if I’ve expressed sufficiently how cold my home is in winter or the cheek I have with my carers however, Friday I gave my carer the Coo-Wee! That signalled I was ready for her help in the bathroom and after a deafening silence I heard the doorbell. Not uncommon however Aunty Christine was in the house this day and she has been one of my regulars for over 4 years. So, only able to throw a towel over one shoulder I padded bare ass naked really to the front door to let her back in. Steam coming off my very warm body and prompting Aunty Christine that she was not yet ready for her apprenticeship to be done.

Doorbell

Come a September I lose these carers I’ve had for the longest. I don’t have any new girls who I imagine will take their place.

Had an extra visit to my favourite cafe with my Friday afternoon carer so that was nice. Home again and smashed out a large slow cooker batch of minestrone the yield was about 8 Passatta bottles (300mls each). It’s always nice to gift someone a bottle of soup in winter when they have done something nice for me. I’m such a Nonna. (BT Dubs, that’s an Italian Grandmother!) I now need to offload half of the minestrone so I can make a batch of bolognaise sauce. Have I mentioned I don’t know how to cook for just one?

Minestrone soup

Now, despite my best efforts at times at avoiding lifting my slow cooker there are times carers don’t turn up or I can’t find someone to lift the very heavy ceramic bowl up onto the bench or to the sink to soak before washing etc. I imagine I lifted it about five times, which is about half the amount of times it moved in order for me to use it and empty every last drop of the minestrone soup from it. I shouldn’t lift it at all obviously so I do love when I have a carer my age who complains about how heavy it is. I nip their cries in the bud quickly stating “Tell me about it. I moved it one-handed!”

Slow cooker

I don’t make a habit of lifting heavy things one handed anymore as I think I can blame doing this for my disc-bulge surgery back in 2011. There are times now when I forget how long that year was getting diagnosed, suitably medicated and eventually surgery on 11/11/11, when I get some stabbing sensation in my lower back and I realise I’ve got to stop lifting heavy things and I’m really not ready for another year existing only by spending all my time lying on my bed.

Single girl date night I watched Trainspotting 2, the sequel to the 90’s film Trainspotting. Not as shocking as the first but a 20-year reunion to see what happened to these characters.

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Meanwhile, another week passes and a nice busy week coming. Winter in Melbourne and wet. Super!

Should mention the best way to survive winter in Melbourne is layers, layers and layers. Oh, wool jacket, umbrella and great coffee! Handy hint if coming to town! I’ve been wearing wool under my jackets for months, I can only go one further by wearing my long-sleeved wool jacket under my heavier jacket. It’s already next Level.

Melbourne weather

The only upside is the very brilliant TV series filmed in Melbourne called Offspring has returned. If you have the opportunity watch it!

Offspring

Cheers H

Have a great week Melbourne

Public Attitude – Part 1

Published March 30, 2017 by helentastic67

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Public Attitude Part 1

I confess to say PUBLIC ATTITUDE towards people with disabilities has always annoyed me. Even before I had my disability.

I’ve been with a carer shopping at a local market. Said carer at the time was desperately in need of a hip replacement so I helped her lift my shopping from the shopping trolley to her car boot.

Attacking people with disability

A guy walked past with his two young impressionable children, his other half trailing behind and he decided to share his opinion that we did not look disabled and should not have been in a disabled car park. I pointed out to him we had the correct signage to allow us to park there and that it was approved by council in which I lived and my application supported by my doctors, you know the actual people with the appropriate credentials to make such decisions.

Ironically, he was a parent who had taken his kids to the local pub close by before midday and no one thought to work out if he was qualified to be a parent.

Dont judge disability

Motivation

Published November 21, 2016 by helentastic67

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Motivation

Plenty to write about at the moment, just lacking the motivation to do so. Sometimes, the living life and dealing with idiots gets to me. There’s the daily carers on those days I aim to be presentable to get out of the house, the call to keep those things ticking over! The constant negotiations to keep even those things to happen. And hoping and praying that at the end of the month, I have the money to pay the rent on time! I like to pay things on or before the due date. I don’t like having to rely on others to do more than I need them to, so I’m disappointed or let down.

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Right now, I’m mentally preparing for my 2^nd appeal for my Pension and the debt. I’m hoping I can appeal to their humanity (I know, I’m crazy) because no matter how it goes on the day, if it’s a positive outcome, my mum will claim victory and if it’s a negative outcome, my mum will interrogate me as to what I said and that it was somehow pivotal to their decision.

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I hope what I say expressed to them how their decision will impact if I have to move (AGAIN) if I will need to live further from my comfort zone, in a less safe area! Further from the services I rely on and even if I can afford to buy the 2 new pairs of pants I wear all year round, but time getting new ones, just in time for winter when I need the added warmth more. Two new pairs cost less than $100.00 and I’m struggling with the concept that this is not the world I want to live in!

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But I can’t afford to survive or live anywhere else!

My hand is numb! Stopping now!

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Finding a Housemate

Published August 15, 2016 by helentastic67

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Finding a Housemate

So, finding a housemate is crap at the best of times. I wish I’d counted how many people I’d do the song and dance for to present myself as a normal person, just so I could find a responsible adult to share the rent and expenses.

I just found this description of someone I had look through that 1^st house. Because sometimes it’s now you re call people not by name of how they look.

Here goes;

“Horror/Action/Gemini/Butcher/Maids outfit while cleaning/Cross dresser/Porn!

Also think this was a guy who said he would be happy to be my Carer. (help me after a shower etc)

To be clear that was never going to happen!

I don’t require my housemate to help me EVER that requires them to see me naked! Boundaries people.

Briefly, I had a woman move in who told me one thing and did another.

Then had a tall Frenchman move in who stayed a year. He paid the rent and worked away at times giving the place to myself – Bliss!

He was not, I repeat, NOT my favourite ever housemate. He wasn’t my least favourite either. But he wasn’t my favourite and I now try hard not to judge other French tourists and such by my year or so co-habituating with him.

Some woman would ask “Oh, French, so sexy!”

To which I would reply “Um?, No!” Bon!

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