Deb, I mean more people who don't see me escorting her inside, but who see me coming out, alone, and heading to the car. Or vice versa--they see me parking in the spot before I've gone in to pick her up.
And I completely understand your reaction to the cop, btw. I can only imagine how frustrating that must be.
Though I do not have a comparable experience in terms of HC assumptions, I am well versed in dealing with other types of condescending assumptions. If one more person tells me that I obviously can't keep control of high school students since I look like one myself...etc. Dear god is it frustrating to be at conferences where my younger colleagues are given more respect because they look older. I have to fight so hard to be taken seriously. Oh dear. I'm ranting. I didn't mean to start ranting. (Just to be clear, I'm not implying this is anywhere near the same level of frustration as dealing with MS. Obviously I have it extremely easy in comparison.)
So I looked at pretty dresses for the F2F today! It was fun, and not at all rant-inducing.
I'm trying to find a shirt to go with my leather kilt for the F2F, some of the ones here look like possibilities. Any opinions?
Heh. ND, any except the velvet poet shirt. I like the black ruffles theme.
ND, I think instead of any of those shirts, we should hit Melrose, since I just struck out totally in my shopping trip.
ND, me like the white crepe poet shirt, but I have no doubt you would look dashing in any of them.
Oh yes, Melrose needs to happen no matter what. I'm basically getting ideas. I've also got to find suitable boots.
So, when I get to Costco and see that all the handicapped spaces are full, I look to make sure each vehicle has the placard or tag. If they do, I sigh, and move along, or else wait for one to open up, depending on how well I'm doing that day.
My Dad's primary-care doctor just recently -- before this week's heart attack -- wrote him an order (prescription? is that correct?) for a handicapped placard, because in addition to being a heart patient with a tendency to have problems, he also has fibromyalgia, which is worse some days, and then he can barely walk.
He's very stubborn about only using the placard when he really can't bear a long walk. (Of course, this is the man who drove himself to the hospital every time he had chest pains, for 12 years. So I suppose it isn't surprising.)
ION, I have nothing to wear to the F2F. This is alternately driving me mad and making me not give a damn.
