(no subject)
Joining the party, I have what I assume is a swollen lymph node at the base of my skull where Dr Google tells me there are indeed lymph nodes to be found. And for all I know I may have a swollen lymph node at the back of my leg, though deponent knoweth not if there are lymph nodes there too. But something is giving me the equivalent of a chronic charley horse, which even my excellent physio couldn't banish yesterday even if she managed the trick last week. Anyway, I see my doctor next Tuesday, which will be An Adventure since I've never been to her new place. Were I feeling healthier I'd chance the TTC but as it is...
Finding myself in front of the subway station this morning with a bus waiting I thought I'd see how I did with the rollator. Not well. The seats are too low to get out of easily, standing as the bus lurches along is fraught with pitfalls, and the walker's brakes are so loose that even with both of them on, it slides away if I lose my grip on the handles during a particularly lurchy moment. Toronto buses always lurch, I don't know why. Streetcars are much smoother. And as for getting off a kneeling bus-- yes the ramp lowers but it's still a good three inches above the sidewalk and equally a good five inches away from it, just enough to get the walker's wheels caught between. So no Bayview bus for me. Cabs and damn the expense.
Because there's rain forecast for the next little while, meaning gunky wheels, I went to the PO today to mail a package. You can print your mailing label online if you have a printer (cough) but if you don't you fill out the form and save to your phone and they print it for you. So I started the process, hinderd by the usual 'you already have an acount' thingy, forgot your user name?, yes, we will send you a new one, only they don't etc. etc. etc. They want a phone number for my addressee in Japan and I have to root through old daybooks to find it. Then they want dimensions and weight and sheesh guys you think I keep a ruler and a scale handy? The hell with it, let the postal clerk do it. Only it transpires that the PO *requires* you to print your own label or save it to your smartphone. And if you have no smartphone, well, you're SOL. The clerk did fill it out for me, making heavy weather of it because the computer didn't want to enter the address in proper Japanese order but insisted on separating the cho from the block number. She thought you read a qr code by taking a picture of it, meaning she was no more tech savvy than I. But that's done at least.
And to lighten the day's tsuris, I went to Mcdonald's and ordered a Big Mac. 'For here or to go?' 'For here.' And as I was waiting a lovely lady who was also waiting said, 'I heard you ordering for here. Would you like me to carry your tray to a table?' I thanked her warmly and said I use the walker's seat to carry things, and we parted with smiles. Quite a lovely interaction anyway.
Finding myself in front of the subway station this morning with a bus waiting I thought I'd see how I did with the rollator. Not well. The seats are too low to get out of easily, standing as the bus lurches along is fraught with pitfalls, and the walker's brakes are so loose that even with both of them on, it slides away if I lose my grip on the handles during a particularly lurchy moment. Toronto buses always lurch, I don't know why. Streetcars are much smoother. And as for getting off a kneeling bus-- yes the ramp lowers but it's still a good three inches above the sidewalk and equally a good five inches away from it, just enough to get the walker's wheels caught between. So no Bayview bus for me. Cabs and damn the expense.
Because there's rain forecast for the next little while, meaning gunky wheels, I went to the PO today to mail a package. You can print your mailing label online if you have a printer (cough) but if you don't you fill out the form and save to your phone and they print it for you. So I started the process, hinderd by the usual 'you already have an acount' thingy, forgot your user name?, yes, we will send you a new one, only they don't etc. etc. etc. They want a phone number for my addressee in Japan and I have to root through old daybooks to find it. Then they want dimensions and weight and sheesh guys you think I keep a ruler and a scale handy? The hell with it, let the postal clerk do it. Only it transpires that the PO *requires* you to print your own label or save it to your smartphone. And if you have no smartphone, well, you're SOL. The clerk did fill it out for me, making heavy weather of it because the computer didn't want to enter the address in proper Japanese order but insisted on separating the cho from the block number. She thought you read a qr code by taking a picture of it, meaning she was no more tech savvy than I. But that's done at least.
And to lighten the day's tsuris, I went to Mcdonald's and ordered a Big Mac. 'For here or to go?' 'For here.' And as I was waiting a lovely lady who was also waiting said, 'I heard you ordering for here. Would you like me to carry your tray to a table?' I thanked her warmly and said I use the walker's seat to carry things, and we parted with smiles. Quite a lovely interaction anyway.