Fashion, Foodie, Beauty Spoonie & everything in between
August 27, 2015
Soooooooo.... I was struggling on white to write for my latest blog post, I had actually decided to write about my Unicorn drinking cup (no, seriously), however, I have just experienced the most infuriating encounter with Flappy Man so I'm going to write about that instead! Dont worry, the unicron drinking cup blog will come :)
To start, I woke up in a pretty bad mood (insomnia, constantly getting up to go to the loo etc,etc,) so my patience is already at about -10. I struggle with the journey to a from work - I have an extreme allergy to the tube, more specifically, the Crappy Line (aka Central Line).
Ok so that's slightly, I empahsise SLIGHTLY, unfair, it's mainly because the walk up and down stairs, hills and standing up is a big of a struggle although I do sneeze an awful lot on the Crappy Line...... but I cant be sure whether this is just dust or BO. Gross.
So, by the time I make it back to Epping and the train pulls into the oppsite side of the platform to the exit (if your not familiar, it has 2 platforms as it is the end of the line so you have a 50/50 jackpot chance of pulling into the platform next to the exit. Its the bets feeling ever when you pull in on that side, I do a little cartwheel everytime, yay! But tonight I wasnt so lucky, CRY), I'm about ready to unleash a can of whoop ass on anyone who crosses me.
I make it back to my car and need to get petrol, annoying.
Off I go to the petrol station, the pay at pump won't work, annoying.
Inside I go to pay for my petrol, after telling me 3 times to insert my card and after me saying 3 times IT IS INSERTED (patience at a -50) Mr Flappy finnaly realises there is an issue, VERY annoying.
During this time, a fellow disgruntled petrol filler passes the following comment "This is because your petrol is 4p more expensive then the one down the road, its a rip off@. 1. Karma for Petrol Stations? Hmm... 2. If your that bothered, why are you not filling up at the petrol station 4 minutes down the road?! I threw him a disgruntled emoji face look.
After pressing some buttons, walking back and forth, flapping his arms up and down (hence Mr Flappy hehe), Mr Flappy informs me and the queue of now 6 people that there appears to be a problem. So, after Mr Flappy has been flapping around for about 10 minutes he lets me know I can go and draw cash out from the cash point 10 minutes walk down the road.
Now, I guess this is the part where I'd like to explain a bit more about what walking means for me and why Mr Flappy's reponse has infuriated me...
When I walk, my POTS (Postural Tachycardia Sydrome) sets in, my blood pressure lowers and I start to feel dizzy, get really hot, out of breath and can feel like I have a sledge hammer on my chest. I have started medication, which I actually forgot to take this afternoon so MY BAD but it still needs tweaking and tends to wear off after an hour so by the time I make it home after taking it at 6pm my symptoms are back. I am lucky, i have a lot more 'good' days than bad but today is a patculary bad day as I'm not sleeping well and just feeling crappy so the journey home on the Crappy Tube was particularly awful.
I also have EDS (Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome Type 3, Hypermobility) which has caused my feet to flatten and my knees to cave in, most steps I take my knees will click (and trip over, or on many occasions just fall over whilst I am standing still. LOLZ), whilst it isn't that painful at the time it's more the after effects that cause me problems. Then there is Scoliosis, which means my spine is curved in a 'S' shape, I had a full body brace for 3 years when I was a teenager and I was very lucky that it did actually improve! But, walking, and with a handbag does give me backache.
So taking the above into consideration I decided I was NOT going to do a 20 minute road trip (if I did walk It would be very slow) walk when I could just drive to the cash point.
This is what happened next....
Mr Flappy "There is a cash point just down the road, you can walk there."
Me "Can I not drive there? I promise I'll come back"
Mr Flappy "No, you have to walk"
Me "No, I can't walk, I'll drive"
Mr Flappy "NO, you HAVE to walk"
Listen Pal, I don't HAVE to do anything, and I am pretty stubborn (patience -5000000)
Me " No, I will NOT be walking, I have a condition which means I can't walk that far"
WELL! I wish I could have got a selfie with him of his face, it would have captioned "Spoilt Essex brat pre Madonna Princess refusing to walk"
Mr Flappy "Im sure you can walk"
Me "I'll be back in 5 minutes im just DRIVING to the CASH POINT because YOUR SYSTEM is down"
I mean, I guess this is where the whole 'invisible illness' plays a hand, he judged me purely on what I looked like. I didnt have a crutch or cast on my leg therefore I could walk. YES, I probably could have walked but I didnt need to and I'd already told him I couldnt and breifly explained why I couldnt but he still insinuated I was a hypercondriac! Infuriating!
AND THEN to make matters worse, as I mounted the curb at the cash point, my wing mirror fell off :( . All in all, a pretty bad experience.
However, I started this blog to be positive, so, here are some positives:
I found something to write about!
Whilst Mr Flappy was flapping around the car park, I picked myself up some Wagon Wheels which I havent had in YEARS!