I've had to go to the shops in Kingston twice this week. I hate it. The appointment today was for the optician, to change my glasses. I had taken over a month (since returning from our holiday) to feel able to phone them to book an appointment, even though my glasses were literally hurting my nose and several times I just wanted to throw the bloody things across the room! But I felt my brain was just too muddled for a phone call... I couldn't work out what that first sentence would be without confusing them or them having to ask me to 'say it again please'. (And yes this has happened many a time!)
But I'd been forced to make a phone call after I took my son shopping (only going to one shop, getting out of there ASAP) as we both needed new shoes. But at the till my mind went blank and I totally forgot the PIN, even on a couple of attempts. When the cashier said I had one last try, instead of trying again I decided to get my son to pay for one pair of shoes so I could just use my card contactless to pay for the others. But afterwards I was in a complete tizzy, my brain buzzing... I somehow managed to walk at lightning speed back to the car, weaving around people in a freakish manner. It was like slow motion where I just aimed for the gaps in the crowd, and somehow my coordination played ball! - I think from the adrenaline. My son telling me to slow down as he couldn't walk that fast behind me with a big bag of shoeboxes!😁
I got home and rationalized if I went on my internet banking I could try and enter the PIN to work the number out while I logged into the card reader (as I've done weekly since I got it with no previous issues.) But I again typed in the wrong PIN and it blocked my card... Hence the phone call (The PIN is still a blank... I've had to ask the bank for the number to be resent to me!)
Anyway, after that phone call (which I had to call twice and get my husband to listen to which was the correct number to press as none of the categories were for 'I've forgotten my PIN' 🙄) I thought I *really* need to make this phone call to the opticians too.. so called and booked an appointment for Sunday. (I just said I needed to book to get my glasses looked at as they hurt me! - I didn't actually need to explain the confusion I'd had with emails etc)
So today... I was tired and my brain felt full before we even went anywhere. I was also feeling agitated as I'd spent a fair bit of money on my glasses and didn't want to just be fobbed off. Plus I also had to return a pair of the shoes as the sole was awful - slippery and felt like polystyrene. (And no, I didn't know why my son didn't realise that in the shop?!)
Dave drove and we managed to get to Kingston and into the car park fine, down a lift and to sports direct reasonably ok. (Although why a few plants in a large wooden planter in the middle of a concrete jungle had 'green spaces' on them was a little too much woke bullshit for my liking! 😁)
Dave couldn't see a pair of shoes he wanted either so we stood in the queue at the till, only to realise when I started looking around that there was a sign above us saying 'refunds upstairs' which we hadn't seen as had entered the queue from the side of the shop.
Really helpful!
So after waiting a few minutes for it to arrive, we get in the lift to see the shop has 3 floors, no label on the buttons as to which of the other floors is the refund area. 🙄 So Dave said "go to the top floor and make our way down" as it's easier walking down the stairs than up.
Level 3 was only a small area, with boxes piled outside the lift and in the walkways. Not only completely disability unfriendly, but actually dangerous. Not even a staff member in sight to move them.
So down one flight of stairs, I have to super hold on the rails when the stairs turn corners, have odd lighting coming through them or stripes or patterns on the flooring, otherwise it sends my balance off. Plus, if I can't easily distinguish the step edge, I have to really take it slowly.
But on floor 2 we could vaguely see a till area so went to the other end of the shop... Yes, refunds! Although we instead got a credit voucher as they don't do actual refunds. Even the guy on the till agreed it's silly they say 'refunds upstairs' but not stating on which floor level.
Just going in this one shop and when crossing the road outside I am already feeling I need to double check for traffic as I'm feeling a bit unbalanced, ungrounded and might have missed something.
So off to the opticians... But today my coordination wasn't playing ball and it was much tougher to try and avoid people walking the other way, or the cyclists that think it's fine to still cycle at speed on what (I assume?) was a cycle area too. (Although there were no visible signs that it was a shared cycle path - and the whole area is all paved in a similar way. These shared pedestrian/cycle lanes I hate and would avoid if I could) Even seeing a cyclist coming towards me is unbalancing, and I have to all but stop still so I don't wobble in their way as they pass. The faster they are, the more I feel like I'm going to wobble into them as I can't react in time.
The opticians appointment was fine, she heated the glasses to mold them slightly differently, so I hope they will no longer hurt my nose.🙏
She suggested we could wander round Kingston a bit and come back later if I felt they were still not right... But I replied "No, I need to go home". That was enough.
We walked back to the car park to find that the lift in the entrance we had used no longer has a ticket machine to pay, so we walked to another set of stairs, to find the ticket machine had gone from there too! To go to the third area and find they now only accept card payments, not cash, and 1 hour's parking costs £2! (No wonder people don't shop in stores anymore.)
The one flight of stairs to the next car level has a raised area on the floor at the top, I managed to hit it with my toes rather than trip up it, then the water laying on the car park floor was reflecting badly in the lighting above and rippling and flashing in my eyes as I was walking. I have to look the other way to stop it throwing me off balance. Again when going down the circular ramp of the exit I need to look down as my brain is not able to process the movement and speed of the car correctly.
If I was tired when I left home, I was certainly tired when I came home. I opened a packet of biscuits to have with a drink, put one on the side while I put the biscuit tin away, then promptly knocked it into the dogs (raw) food bowl.
That sort of sums my day up!
I'm exhausted and it's not yet lunch time.
