I got new license plates on my lunch hour today. The airport made me do it. Everytime I go on a trip I park in the back 40 so that I can take my hang tag with me to wherever I’m going, and it’s always a challenge to find a non-permit spot where I can guarantee I won’t be blocked in.
So now I should be happy, right? Park conveniently at the airport, take the tag with me.
I’m depressed. I’m marked for life, driving Grandma’s car.
Last week I bought my first glucose reader and, in a different way, I feel just crappy about that. You have Grandma’s car; I have her virtual ICU in what used to be a linen closet. But at least I have a public line about it: I have a BS monitor and I am not afraid to use it.
Heh … I’ve had a perma-crip plate for years and it is a total bane. If I park in the reserved spots, I get the most wicked looks for being ambulitory. If I fail to park in a reserve spot, I get lambasted for using up valuable spots close to the building. I need to get a helecopter permit or start driving a school bus to get a more violent reaction.
Whoo-hoo! I did not see the plate yesterday. Triple X plates! *grin*
mdmhvonpa, folks berating someone with a permit for parking in a permitted space has NEVER made sense to me. Berating someone who does NOT have a permit for parking in a permitted space is another thing altogether. But up here in Colorado, there are so many (barely) ambulatory folks with various cardiac and/or pulmonary conditions, maybe folks here are more accustomed to the idea that not all physically limiting conditions “show” as clearly as the 9th month of pregnancy.
Bad news from Athens :(
http://www.theaustralian.news.com.au/common/story_page/0,5744,10922573%255E2722,00.html
Yeah, that’s me – Triple-X wheelchair woman.
Interesting take on the close of the paralympics from Christina Papamichael (Paralympics Blog)