Internet shopping disasters and other stories
So... yesterday was a day of arrivals. First the red crutches. Yeah for red crutches. With proper shaped handles I was able to head out to Bar Wotever with the gang last night *and not end up with a horrible back ache*. They are a lot heavier, a lot sturdier and with proper ergonomic handles. Plus, they are bright red. The heavierness of them will take a little getting used to, as will the fact that the handles rub my palms in different places - new blisters forming already :( But you would be surprised the difference slight changes in structure in a stick of aluminium can make. They do definatly give better support.
Arrival number two was the standard post - including a mortgage offer from that first steps shower I sent the angry letter to. Huh? What? How? Really? That threw me in a dilema. But the decision as to how to proceed was not hard. if I don't get to be able to work *from the office not home* SOON my job will be in serious risk. Buying a house takes time. I have found somewhere to rent NOW, and that is my immediate priority. I'll sit on the rent-to-buy mortgage offer for 6 months or a year before I take action. Nice to know its there though.
Arrival number three was my new shoes. I'd been in the shop and tried on a beautiful and simultaniously very sensible pair of black shoes which I wanted to buy, so waited for payday, and ordered them on line. Only when they arrived they were turquise. And the worst bit is, they are really, really even more gorgous in that colour. They are shoes to die for, and so comfy, and with good support too. But I already have one pair of pretty blue summer shoes, and what I really need is a sensible pair of sturdy black ones that will just get me through the whole summer and be my everyday wear. I debated overnight keeping them, and thismorning decided no, something has got to be done. I can't afford ANOTHER pair, and will still end up needing a more neutral colour, as these ones would look silly with half my summer clothes. So I rang the helpline number, and it turns out that they don't do the colour I want on line - they only do it in the high street shop. So, having ordered on line because I can not carry shopping, I now still have to carry these damn shoes all the way into town as well as carry the right ones back home again. I'll manage with my back-pack, but its not that easy.
Arrival four was by phone call - the estate agent saying that all was green for go with the rental of the hosue in Bexlyheath. The landlady as she predicted opted for me over the other people who wanted to take it. I still manage to feel bad for the other people, as I got hints that the reason was that they were looking for a family home that took DSS housing subsidies. But they didn't need, and wanted removed, all the accessibility features of the house. Still, there are lots of non-accessible houses they can look at that I can't and I hope they find somewhere nice. I have now paid a holding deposit of 200 - which was reasonable, I'll pay the ballance the day I move in, and a 'reference checking fee' for a reference checking agency of 210 which didn't seem to reasonable. How the hell can it take 210 quid to confirm that someone works where they say they work and earns what thtye say they earn? I'd ALREADY provided the estate agent with my payslips. Gurrrrr...
Well, that was the day that was yesterday, and I headed out in the evening to Wotever, which was a mostly fun night. I'm very in love with Wotever at the moment. And maybe a little in love with someone who goes, but thats another story, doomed no doubt as all my crushes are.
Thismorning brought arrival number 5. The packaging crates I'd ordered from Argos. Another huge disapointment. The 12 plastic crates all came *without lids*. But I'd seen lids in the picture when I ordered them. Or thought I had. Oh, massive frustration and waisted money!!! What use are open crates that I can't seal to me when trying to pack up and move the contents of this messy disorganised houe?
In short internet ordering is wearing me down at the moment. I can't shop. I haven't been able to shop properly since before this recent worsening, and now I can't manage walking around shops and carrying purchases at all. But I also can't manage t'internet. Its a dyslexia-forms-confuse-the-shit-out-of-me thing meets all-light-hurts-my-eyes-so-even-using-the-net-I'm-mostly-looking-away-from-they-screen meets my-short-term-memory-fucking-SUCKS-atm and I don't know what I'm fucking doing. I mean, how the hell did I order blue shoes and crates without lids when I clearly wanted and thought I was ordering black shoes and crates WITH lids?
I've always believed that there is indeed a solution to every problem, and an alternative route to every obsticle - but at the moment trying to deal with my changing abilities it feels more like every solution creates new difficulties. Still, moaning aside, I'm very excited and upbeat about the impending move today. It will be a rollercoater I know, and I will have overwhellming moments of 'I just can't move, I can't do this again' but today I'm all excited and looking forward to possibilities and solutions - and as long as they don't involve t'internet or shopping I'll be fine
Arrival number two was the standard post - including a mortgage offer from that first steps shower I sent the angry letter to. Huh? What? How? Really? That threw me in a dilema. But the decision as to how to proceed was not hard. if I don't get to be able to work *from the office not home* SOON my job will be in serious risk. Buying a house takes time. I have found somewhere to rent NOW, and that is my immediate priority. I'll sit on the rent-to-buy mortgage offer for 6 months or a year before I take action. Nice to know its there though.
Arrival number three was my new shoes. I'd been in the shop and tried on a beautiful and simultaniously very sensible pair of black shoes which I wanted to buy, so waited for payday, and ordered them on line. Only when they arrived they were turquise. And the worst bit is, they are really, really even more gorgous in that colour. They are shoes to die for, and so comfy, and with good support too. But I already have one pair of pretty blue summer shoes, and what I really need is a sensible pair of sturdy black ones that will just get me through the whole summer and be my everyday wear. I debated overnight keeping them, and thismorning decided no, something has got to be done. I can't afford ANOTHER pair, and will still end up needing a more neutral colour, as these ones would look silly with half my summer clothes. So I rang the helpline number, and it turns out that they don't do the colour I want on line - they only do it in the high street shop. So, having ordered on line because I can not carry shopping, I now still have to carry these damn shoes all the way into town as well as carry the right ones back home again. I'll manage with my back-pack, but its not that easy.
Arrival four was by phone call - the estate agent saying that all was green for go with the rental of the hosue in Bexlyheath. The landlady as she predicted opted for me over the other people who wanted to take it. I still manage to feel bad for the other people, as I got hints that the reason was that they were looking for a family home that took DSS housing subsidies. But they didn't need, and wanted removed, all the accessibility features of the house. Still, there are lots of non-accessible houses they can look at that I can't and I hope they find somewhere nice. I have now paid a holding deposit of 200 - which was reasonable, I'll pay the ballance the day I move in, and a 'reference checking fee' for a reference checking agency of 210 which didn't seem to reasonable. How the hell can it take 210 quid to confirm that someone works where they say they work and earns what thtye say they earn? I'd ALREADY provided the estate agent with my payslips. Gurrrrr...
Well, that was the day that was yesterday, and I headed out in the evening to Wotever, which was a mostly fun night. I'm very in love with Wotever at the moment. And maybe a little in love with someone who goes, but thats another story, doomed no doubt as all my crushes are.
Thismorning brought arrival number 5. The packaging crates I'd ordered from Argos. Another huge disapointment. The 12 plastic crates all came *without lids*. But I'd seen lids in the picture when I ordered them. Or thought I had. Oh, massive frustration and waisted money!!! What use are open crates that I can't seal to me when trying to pack up and move the contents of this messy disorganised houe?
In short internet ordering is wearing me down at the moment. I can't shop. I haven't been able to shop properly since before this recent worsening, and now I can't manage walking around shops and carrying purchases at all. But I also can't manage t'internet. Its a dyslexia-forms-confuse-the-shit-out-of-me thing meets all-light-hurts-my-eyes-so-even-using-the-net-I'm-mostly-looking-away-from-they-screen meets my-short-term-memory-fucking-SUCKS-atm and I don't know what I'm fucking doing. I mean, how the hell did I order blue shoes and crates without lids when I clearly wanted and thought I was ordering black shoes and crates WITH lids?
I've always believed that there is indeed a solution to every problem, and an alternative route to every obsticle - but at the moment trying to deal with my changing abilities it feels more like every solution creates new difficulties. Still, moaning aside, I'm very excited and upbeat about the impending move today. It will be a rollercoater I know, and I will have overwhellming moments of 'I just can't move, I can't do this again' but today I'm all excited and looking forward to possibilities and solutions - and as long as they don't involve t'internet or shopping I'll be fine