When I got home from the Ultra Sound, I had a visit from my neighbour friend J. Since I had been so unwell, he was happy to see me up and about.
My kind neighbours J & K feel hopeless when I lie in bed alone for days and there is nothing they can do for me. Sometimes I ask them to get me medicines from the Chemist or do grocery shopping for me. They understand my condition well, so they leave items at my back door when I cannot get up. I really hope that they know what a difference such support makes to me. I feel bad of making them feel hopeless. But there is nothing I can do about it… When I’m sick, I just lie in bed and that’s all I need. Because of that, they jump up and come see me whenever they see a sign that I’m moving around.
Since he offered me again enthusiastically he would take me out anytime and push my wheelchair if I want to, I asked him if he would come to the Chemist with me before my doctor’s appointment. I didn’t want him to feel rejected. As I was feeling okay enough to do a bit extra that moment, going out with him shouldn’t hurt me much. If I miss this opportunity, I don’t know when I would have another good moment to go out with him. If his wife K would like to come with us, we could go for coffee (and coke for her) to catch up. Unfortunately, she was unwell to go out. She’s been having infections and other health problems for a while and there are stressful events going on as well. I’m concerned about her well being at the moment. J & K always offer me help despite of their health issues and commitments. I’m sad that I cannot do the same for them. I feel it is up to me to decide when is the right time to ask for help or to see them. I don’t want them to change their lifestyle or to rearrange schedule to help me. I don’t want to be burden or trouble to anybody. Although they kindly tell me that they have no plans or they have nothing to do, they have quite busy life comparing to my standard.
When I drove to the Shopping Plaza, there was only one disabled parking spot left. I knew J left before me, but I didn’t see his car. When he walked to my car, I realised he parked somewhere else so that I could have the last spot. He lifted my wheelchair out from the car, and we assembled the wheelchair.
J is a very kind man. But he is very cheeky as well. While he pushed me from the car to the building, he sang a lullaby as if I was his baby daughter sitting in a baby pram. All I could do was to roll my eyes and gave him smile back.
First stop was a post office to collect a parcel. J found a P plate for practising driver and told me I should display it to my wheelchair.
Then, we went to the Chemist. I put leather gloves on so that I could stop wheels when J was about to run over other people or push me into the counter. I should have told him that HE is the one who needs the P plate.
We still have some time before my appointment. So we went to the Diner for quick coffee. The owner of the Diner teased J if he had a licence to push a wheelchair. “Good one!” So I added J was also drunk. I had cappuccino (of course). I was going to shout one for J, but he didn’t allow me to pay for neither. They put extra froth so that my cappuccino looked like a cup cake. It’s been a while since I had cappuccino last time. So I was very happy to look at my cappuccino and enjoyed it very much.
After the coffee, J pushed me to the Medical Centre. He sat with me and kept me a company as he knew Dr TL would be running late. Since J is very impatient waiting, he was visiting different doctors. But he came back to Dr TL simply because he is a very good doctor and he listens to his patients.
Recently, the Medical Centre put on more doctors on duty, so the waiting time has reduced a lot. J & K has gossip about the Medical Centre and it is always amusing to hear about it. He noticed one of the doctors and said he was no good at all. I noticed the doctor was feeling he was being talked about, but J didn’t care. I would only see Dr TL, so I didn’t need to worry anything about how this doctor is like. Then we saw Dr AV who recently finished his training. J also had him while Dr AV was training with Dr TL.
J decided to go home. He told me to toot when I come home, so that he would come and help me unload the wheelchair and close the gate for me. He is spoiling me a lot.
I’m little worried about his health. He is having heart problem and sometimes he is out of breath or cannot walk. While he was pushing me around, I noticed his face was red and out of breath. I asked him if he was okay, although I knew he wouldn’t admit anything.
I often asked him not to worry about taking my rubbish bin out when he is not well. His wife K told me that J would keep taking the bin out even he has breathing problem and not well enough to do so. She told me it is just him and asked to allow him to help me. K loves J very much. So I’m trusting she would stop him when it is really not a good time for him to get out from the house. J loves K very much. So he would listen to her. I would feel responsible if his health condition gets worse because he is pushing his limit to help me… I’m grateful that I have such kind neighbour friends.
Going out with him was fun. I hope K will be feeling better soon and come with us next time.
When I got home from the Ultra Sound, I had a visit from my neighbour friend J. Since I had been so unwell, he was happy to see me up and about.
My kind neighbours J & K feel hopeless when I lie in bed alone for days and there is nothing they can do for me. Sometimes I ask them to get me medicines from the Chemist or do grocery shopping for me. They understand my condition well, so they leave items at my back door when I cannot get up. I really hope that they know what a difference such support makes to me. I feel bad of making them feel hopeless. But there is nothing I can do about it… When I’m sick, I just lie in bed and that’s all I need. Because of that, they jump up and come see me whenever they see a sign that I’m moving around.
Since he offered me again enthusiastically he would take me out anytime and push my wheelchair if I want to, I asked him if he would come to the Chemist with me before my doctor’s appointment. I didn’t want him to feel rejected. As I was feeling okay enough to do a bit extra that moment, going out with him shouldn’t hurt me much. If I miss this opportunity, I don’t know when I would have another good moment to go out with him. If his wife K would like to come with us, we could go for coffee (and coke for her) to catch up. Unfortunately, she was unwell to go out. She’s been having infections and other health problems for a while and there are stressful events going on as well. I’m concerned about her well being at the moment. J & K always offer me help despite of their health issues and commitments. I’m sad that I cannot do the same for them. I feel it is up to me to decide when is the right time to ask for help or to see them. I don’t want them to change their lifestyle or to rearrange schedule to help me. I don’t want to be burden or trouble to anybody. Although they kindly tell me that they have no plans or they have nothing to do, they have quite busy life comparing to my standard.
When I drove to the Shopping Plaza, there was only one disabled parking spot left. I knew J left before me, but I didn’t see his car. When he walked to my car, I realised he parked somewhere else so that I could have the last spot. He lifted my wheelchair out from the car, and we assembled the wheelchair.
J is a very kind man. But he is very cheeky as well. While he pushed me from the car to the building, he sang a lullaby as if I was his baby daughter sitting in a baby pram. All I could do was to roll my eyes and gave him smile back.
First stop was a post office to collect a parcel. J found a P plate for practising driver and told me I should display it to my wheelchair.
Then, we went to the Chemist. I put leather gloves on so that I could stop wheels when J was about to run over other people or push me into the counter. I should have told him that HE is the one who needs the P plate.
We still have some time before my appointment. So we went to the Diner for quick coffee. The owner of the Diner teased J if he had a licence to push a wheelchair. “Good one!” So I added J was also drunk. I had cappuccino (of course). I was going to shout one for J, but he didn’t allow me to pay for neither. They put extra froth so that my cappuccino looked like a cup cake. It’s been a while since I had cappuccino last time. So I was very happy to look at my cappuccino and enjoyed it very much.
After the coffee, J pushed me to the Medical Centre. He sat with me and kept me a company as he knew Dr TL would be running late. Since J is very impatient waiting, he was visiting different doctors. But he came back to Dr TL simply because he is a very good doctor and he listens to his patients.
Recently, the Medical Centre put on more doctors on duty, so the waiting time has reduced a lot. J & K has gossip about the Medical Centre and it is always amusing to hear about it. He noticed one of the doctors and said he was no good at all. I noticed the doctor was feeling he was being talked about, but J didn’t care. I would only see Dr TL, so I didn’t need to worry anything about how this doctor is like. Then we saw Dr AV who recently finished his training. J also had him while Dr AV was training with Dr TL.
J decided to go home. He told me to toot when I come home, so that he would come and help me unload the wheelchair and close the gate for me. He is spoiling me a lot.
I’m little worried about his health. He is having heart problem and sometimes he is out of breath or cannot walk. While he was pushing me around, I noticed his face was red and out of breath. I asked him if he was okay, although I knew he wouldn’t admit anything.
I often asked him not to worry about taking my rubbish bin out when he is not well. His wife K told me that J would keep taking the bin out even he has breathing problem and not well enough to do so. She told me it is just him and asked to allow him to help me. K loves J very much. So I’m trusting she would stop him when it is really not a good time for him to get out from the house. J loves K very much. So he would listen to her. I would feel responsible if his health condition gets worse because he is pushing his limit to help me… I’m grateful that I have such kind neighbour friends.
Going out with him was fun. I hope K will be feeling better soon and come with us next time.