Carer’s Car

Sometimes with little notice, my regular carer will not be attending their shift. I have a few standard shifts every week where I’m out in a carer’s car. So, what kind of carer I will have, what kind of vehicle they drive, will it have air con and will it have music capabilities. Is often a topic of conversation with whichever other carer might be here when I receive this news. 

Standard conversation is around what kind of vehicle I will be out in. About ten years ago a young carer I had arrived in not his usual car. But an Alfa, it was his husbands. Prompting an ‘I need a husband!’ Right?

So, a few weeks ago, my carer guessed I’d be out in a Mazda, I said I wasn’t going to bother guessing. You would never believe that day I was out in a tank. Not an actual tank, but look.

I mean, seriously, I’m height challenged so she had to lever me in. But as I directed her to the disability parking at a regular shopping complex I frequent “If we get around there and there’s no parking available, I want you to park on top of whatever car is there?” to which she replied, “We won’t park on top of them, we’ll go through them!” 

So, I’ll see you and raise you, is what I heard! Her car also had a CB Radio! Ten/four Buddy! Over and out!