Whatever people might say about me behind my back, I am very fortunate in that the people I meet in everyday life are generally very nice.
I was abruptly reminded today that there are other types of people. A workman parked his pick up truck on the pavement right in front of me, forcing me to walk into the road around it. I mean, it must be obvious to anybody that I am disabled and struggling. “Thank you for your consideration”, I said. “What’s the matter? You can walk, can’t you?”
Yes, I can walk. I learned to again last year during my month in hospital.
I must admit that I feel that the stroke played with my emotions a bit, but the positive side of these incidents is probably that they invoke the same kind of reaction that I’d have recognised in the “old me”. Grrrrrr.
Today I found out about the charity Disability Rights UK, liked the look of them, and joined. I was looking at a post on an Internet forum a few days ago, and the author was saying that she’d been discriminated against in her workplace, purely on the grounds that she had once had a stroke. It made me think…..what exactly were their rights?
I thought on about it this morning and asked the Stroke Association if they knew, and ironically they pointed me toward Disability Rights UK. I say ironic, because these people seem more relevant than the Stroke Association themselves, although I suppose that the two do have a different purpose.
But I do find a lot of the stroke stuff has politics at it’s heart, and I have found the Stroke Association to be very wishy-washy in that area. There seems to be an overwhelming intention by the trustees of the charity not to “rock the boat”, and for that reason my support for them has to be qualified. I think you need to feel that you can criticise the government of the day, if they’re making poor decisions about strokes. It’s a big reason why I’ve avoided conferences arranged by the Stroke Association. I mean, you don’t have to be militant, but you should be able to make your point. How much of my own treatment has actually been driven by economics over clinical need?
My daughter happens to be visiting the house for a few days, to see my wife on Mother’s Day, the place has become very noisy. All I can say is, that saying about empty vessels is very true. I mean, there’s nothing whatsoever malicious, just a desire to be the centtre of attention at all times.
So sad to hear of the death of Ronnie Moran, the Liverpool FC coach. Although I was never a fan of LFC, he was one of the constants in what could be thought of as the Liverpool family, before money took everything over.
I got an email today from Age UK, co-incidentally after yesterday’s blog.
The message was clearly directed at all volunteers, so presumably I am “on their list”, so I suppose I am reassured by that.
I do find it a bit strange that they didn’t contact me (it could even have been a nothing email, just something as a pretext) to let me know that the application process was complete, and that they were just waiting for someone suitable to get in touch (I told them that I’d ideally like to befriend someone within a short distance of my house. There are lots of elderly people in this village.)
Ironically, the person they did contact me about lives too far away for me to be able to help.