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Hi
My name is Cath and im 45
I am mother to one son who is now 18 years old and is a STAR!!
My son has spinabifida but he has never let his disability get in the way of him getting what he wants out of life.
8 years ago, he started playing wheelchair basketball and he has gone from strength to strength culminating in him and his team mates of the North West Juniors Regional under 19's squad being National Champions 2007/2008 taking the championship with ease witha 6 games played 6 games won YAY
Until July this year I was the chairperson of his wheelchair basketball club Celtic Warriors, and the treasurer for his regional squad. but after 8 years in the driving seat it is time to take a break lol before I fall over.
I am looking to start up a new wheelchair basketball club closer to home in the Rhyl & Prestatyn area for kids of all abilities and im really excited about it.
Yesterday was the first match of the season for Celtic Warriors and they won with a 4 point differential. Dan scored a 3 point basket in the friendly match immediately afterwards and we also won that game YAY
Now then, I have a crazy life and I hate tuesdays and here is an example of how tuesday can go horribly wrong!!
OPERATION TUESDAY!
Ever had one of those days when you just wish the day hadn't started never mind progressed?
Yeah I got one!! Mine started at 4am this morning; my moaning husband woke me to complain about my freefall sleeping again! Apparently this is a nightly occurrence where I turn into a freefall skydiver or in my case sleep diver and boot him out of bed. (I wonder what Freud would make of that?)
So, after being nagged into wakefulness and jogged out of my nightly nightmares, I get up knowing full well that I am about to enter the dubious dark space that is my kitchen and who knows what has ventured through the cat flap as soon as the lights are out? Last week I came downstairs to a crow sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor looking mean and ruffled!! How the cat got that through the cat flap I will never know but he went out through the door quicker than he came in and with a towel on his head too!
Of course that was to hide his identity and to protect his street ‘cred’ from the other crows all watching balefully from my moaning husband's cherry tree (oops)
Anyway, I digress, this morning it was a hare that was bigger than all my cats; so again I wonder whether these animals and birds take it upon themselves to appear through the cat flap or whether my cats turn into super cat as soon as it goes dark!
Again Hare went out faster than he came in and was returned to his rightful place, the field behind the house and NOT my kitchen!
Now, jumping from my bleary eyed caffeine-less state to a more awake and caffeine fuelled super mum takes some doing but by 8am I have achieved my goal. I was buzzing and I was ready to work Dan into a state of basic acceptance that the dentist is in fact a way of life and not a form of cruel and unusual punishment invented by me because I was bored with the more usual forms of teenage punishments.
By 9.am I have achieved my 2nd goal, he was ready, albeit reluctantly, but he was ready. Just enough time to check emails and messages before I hit the road and face the outside world.
Until this moment my day is normal, and then the power surge that flips my internet on its head and renders me incapable of contact with the outside world happens. Nooooo!!! Panic sets in, hey, anyone who comes on king knows what I’m talking about, it feels like your computer has taken a holiday and was rude enough to flip the bird before it does it too!
Check the clock, 9.05am enough time to reboot the router and hope that it smiles nicely today and just works for me.
It wasn't to be, after a prolonged and agonizingly frustrating conversation with the broadband engineer who is on the other side of the world and doesn't speak very good English and NEVER listens to your explanation of what you have already done cos you are not STUPID??? I throw in the towel and say forget it I’m now running 5 minutes late and I have to get really reluctant son to dentist before he remembers he doesn’t want to go and won’t move his wheels!! Once he slams the anchors on I haven’t a hope in hell of moving him!
Quick dash to the car and we are on the way, I get to the end of the road and Dan looks at me with a raised eyebrow and asks THAT question!
Mum, did you put my wheelchair in the boot?
Well of course I did, I reply, frantically going through a mental check list and realising actually, I haven’t!!
Turn car round at end of the road and go back for his abandoned wheelchair, quickly throw it into the boot and off we go again.
Now, the dentist is a mere 20 minutes from my home, but it is two towns away and the terrorists are here, oops, sorry, tourists, now if anyone can tell me why, when people come to a new place on holiday they forget how to drive I would be eternally grateful!! Crawling along a 70mph road at a mere 30mph is not only frustrating it is guaranteed to drive me insane.
Clock watching now and decide I am going to be 5 minutes late at the dentist so get Dan to ring them and explain that I am stuck behind an ejit who doesn’t know you cannot turn left into the entrance of every cow field you pass and is insistent on trying!! Receptionist at the dentist is less than helpful and reminds us that we may not have enough time for the scheduled treatment if we are more than 4 1/2 minutes late. Down with Rottweiler dental receptionists!!
Get stuck at the manually operated road works stop/go signs, I swear he looked me straight in the eye and turned that sign from green to red when he saw me approach! 3 minutes he kept me waiting before he turned the sign back to glorious green again!
2 more minutes and I am round the corner from the dentist with 1/2 minute to spare. Throw Dan and wheelchair out and send him inside the building while I display his blue badges on my dashboard (disabled parking badges) as I park on double yellow lines.
I round the corner to be met by Dan's dentist who is trying to tell me his appointment will have to be cancelled because the downstairs surgery is out of order! Not a chance!! Dan can climb the stairs to the 1st floor, he goes up backwards on his backside and is at the top of the stairs before the dentist, who is now looking at him like he has grown three heads picked up his wheelchair and decided to levitate!! Dan has now reached superhero status with said dentist and is in for a nice comfy visit because she is in awe of him. (It doesn't take much apparently!)
I wait in the waiting room with his wheelchair beside me, (no point taking it upstairs as the dentist first suggested, it doesn’t come down them any better than it goes up them !!)
20 minutes pass and no screams can be heard so all must be well with his treatment YAY finally I can relax a little.
5 minutes later a woman comes into the surgery and books herself in and taking a seat facing me she waits, and stares at the wheelchair positioned at the side of me. She then gives me a pitying look and smiles patronisingly at me. OK I got one, she thinks the chair is mine, easy mistake to make I suppose, but nonetheless annoying!! 10 minutes pass and she is still giving me her best, oh poor you smile so I pick up a magazine and hide my irritation behind the pages of Dentists weekly. Yuck, have you seen what gum disease looks like up close and personal? EWWWWWW!!! I need to rush and brush my teeth vigorously so I don’t catch what I’ve been reading!! I forget to take wheelchair with me (mainly because I don’t need one) and partially cos I’m so grossed out by this point I have forgotten it is with me and Dan is still under torture upstairs!! Woman across the room from me gasps audibly as she sees me stand and WALK (well I never it’s a MIRACLE) to the bathroom.
Swift brushing of teeth later and I return to find Dan is now seated at the bottom of the stairs waiting patiently for his chair to appear.
I rush into the reception and grab his chair, escape from the dentist is imminent and I’m not wasting any time. Woman across the room humph’s at me and gives me a dirty look, I give her a really pleasant smile and walk away, it’s not my fault she wrongly assumed I was disabled now is it? Grab son and we are out of there!! YAY! First leg of the day is over and done off to mums house for second leg of the day. Get around to the car and ....what the hell.... Yup I got me a bright yellow parking fine stuck to my window screen!!!
My name is Cath and im 45
I am mother to one son who is now 18 years old and is a STAR!!
My son has spinabifida but he has never let his disability get in the way of him getting what he wants out of life.
8 years ago, he started playing wheelchair basketball and he has gone from strength to strength culminating in him and his team mates of the North West Juniors Regional under 19's squad being National Champions 2007/2008 taking the championship with ease witha 6 games played 6 games won YAY
Until July this year I was the chairperson of his wheelchair basketball club Celtic Warriors, and the treasurer for his regional squad. but after 8 years in the driving seat it is time to take a break lol before I fall over.
I am looking to start up a new wheelchair basketball club closer to home in the Rhyl & Prestatyn area for kids of all abilities and im really excited about it.
Yesterday was the first match of the season for Celtic Warriors and they won with a 4 point differential. Dan scored a 3 point basket in the friendly match immediately afterwards and we also won that game YAY
Now then, I have a crazy life and I hate tuesdays and here is an example of how tuesday can go horribly wrong!!
OPERATION TUESDAY!
Ever had one of those days when you just wish the day hadn't started never mind progressed?
Yeah I got one!! Mine started at 4am this morning; my moaning husband woke me to complain about my freefall sleeping again! Apparently this is a nightly occurrence where I turn into a freefall skydiver or in my case sleep diver and boot him out of bed. (I wonder what Freud would make of that?)
So, after being nagged into wakefulness and jogged out of my nightly nightmares, I get up knowing full well that I am about to enter the dubious dark space that is my kitchen and who knows what has ventured through the cat flap as soon as the lights are out? Last week I came downstairs to a crow sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor looking mean and ruffled!! How the cat got that through the cat flap I will never know but he went out through the door quicker than he came in and with a towel on his head too!
Of course that was to hide his identity and to protect his street ‘cred’ from the other crows all watching balefully from my moaning husband's cherry tree (oops)
Anyway, I digress, this morning it was a hare that was bigger than all my cats; so again I wonder whether these animals and birds take it upon themselves to appear through the cat flap or whether my cats turn into super cat as soon as it goes dark!
Again Hare went out faster than he came in and was returned to his rightful place, the field behind the house and NOT my kitchen!
Now, jumping from my bleary eyed caffeine-less state to a more awake and caffeine fuelled super mum takes some doing but by 8am I have achieved my goal. I was buzzing and I was ready to work Dan into a state of basic acceptance that the dentist is in fact a way of life and not a form of cruel and unusual punishment invented by me because I was bored with the more usual forms of teenage punishments.
By 9.am I have achieved my 2nd goal, he was ready, albeit reluctantly, but he was ready. Just enough time to check emails and messages before I hit the road and face the outside world.
Until this moment my day is normal, and then the power surge that flips my internet on its head and renders me incapable of contact with the outside world happens. Nooooo!!! Panic sets in, hey, anyone who comes on king knows what I’m talking about, it feels like your computer has taken a holiday and was rude enough to flip the bird before it does it too!
Check the clock, 9.05am enough time to reboot the router and hope that it smiles nicely today and just works for me.
It wasn't to be, after a prolonged and agonizingly frustrating conversation with the broadband engineer who is on the other side of the world and doesn't speak very good English and NEVER listens to your explanation of what you have already done cos you are not STUPID??? I throw in the towel and say forget it I’m now running 5 minutes late and I have to get really reluctant son to dentist before he remembers he doesn’t want to go and won’t move his wheels!! Once he slams the anchors on I haven’t a hope in hell of moving him!
Quick dash to the car and we are on the way, I get to the end of the road and Dan looks at me with a raised eyebrow and asks THAT question!
Mum, did you put my wheelchair in the boot?
Well of course I did, I reply, frantically going through a mental check list and realising actually, I haven’t!!
Turn car round at end of the road and go back for his abandoned wheelchair, quickly throw it into the boot and off we go again.
Now, the dentist is a mere 20 minutes from my home, but it is two towns away and the terrorists are here, oops, sorry, tourists, now if anyone can tell me why, when people come to a new place on holiday they forget how to drive I would be eternally grateful!! Crawling along a 70mph road at a mere 30mph is not only frustrating it is guaranteed to drive me insane.
Clock watching now and decide I am going to be 5 minutes late at the dentist so get Dan to ring them and explain that I am stuck behind an ejit who doesn’t know you cannot turn left into the entrance of every cow field you pass and is insistent on trying!! Receptionist at the dentist is less than helpful and reminds us that we may not have enough time for the scheduled treatment if we are more than 4 1/2 minutes late. Down with Rottweiler dental receptionists!!
Get stuck at the manually operated road works stop/go signs, I swear he looked me straight in the eye and turned that sign from green to red when he saw me approach! 3 minutes he kept me waiting before he turned the sign back to glorious green again!
2 more minutes and I am round the corner from the dentist with 1/2 minute to spare. Throw Dan and wheelchair out and send him inside the building while I display his blue badges on my dashboard (disabled parking badges) as I park on double yellow lines.
I round the corner to be met by Dan's dentist who is trying to tell me his appointment will have to be cancelled because the downstairs surgery is out of order! Not a chance!! Dan can climb the stairs to the 1st floor, he goes up backwards on his backside and is at the top of the stairs before the dentist, who is now looking at him like he has grown three heads picked up his wheelchair and decided to levitate!! Dan has now reached superhero status with said dentist and is in for a nice comfy visit because she is in awe of him. (It doesn't take much apparently!)
I wait in the waiting room with his wheelchair beside me, (no point taking it upstairs as the dentist first suggested, it doesn’t come down them any better than it goes up them !!)
20 minutes pass and no screams can be heard so all must be well with his treatment YAY finally I can relax a little.
5 minutes later a woman comes into the surgery and books herself in and taking a seat facing me she waits, and stares at the wheelchair positioned at the side of me. She then gives me a pitying look and smiles patronisingly at me. OK I got one, she thinks the chair is mine, easy mistake to make I suppose, but nonetheless annoying!! 10 minutes pass and she is still giving me her best, oh poor you smile so I pick up a magazine and hide my irritation behind the pages of Dentists weekly. Yuck, have you seen what gum disease looks like up close and personal? EWWWWWW!!! I need to rush and brush my teeth vigorously so I don’t catch what I’ve been reading!! I forget to take wheelchair with me (mainly because I don’t need one) and partially cos I’m so grossed out by this point I have forgotten it is with me and Dan is still under torture upstairs!! Woman across the room from me gasps audibly as she sees me stand and WALK (well I never it’s a MIRACLE) to the bathroom.
Swift brushing of teeth later and I return to find Dan is now seated at the bottom of the stairs waiting patiently for his chair to appear.
I rush into the reception and grab his chair, escape from the dentist is imminent and I’m not wasting any time. Woman across the room humph’s at me and gives me a dirty look, I give her a really pleasant smile and walk away, it’s not my fault she wrongly assumed I was disabled now is it? Grab son and we are out of there!! YAY! First leg of the day is over and done off to mums house for second leg of the day. Get around to the car and ....what the hell.... Yup I got me a bright yellow parking fine stuck to my window screen!!!
