Birthday dinner party at restaurant (not my birthday) last night. "There'll only be eight people, and you know all of them, we won't stay too long, we'll sit close to the exit and the lavatory; it'll be fine."
Ha ha ha ha ha. Twenty-six people. Table at the far, far, far end of the restaurant.
Air conditioner not working, lots of loud, loud, loud talking and girly shrieking.
Yes, I knew most of them, but I got stuck sitting next to a hoity toity old nursing sister, who spent the first hour telling me MS was curable, and my diet must be wrong, and her daughter (whose party it was) had told her about this special oil, which I should get.
I said, "It's not curable. I've had it 16 years, trust me, if there was a cure, I'd know. I take a drug for it and my diet's fine."
"Oh you don't want to take drugs. Everyone would be healthier if they just stopped all their medication and ate a proper diet," says she.
I sat there hoping against hope I wouldn't get the urge to go. Three hours, worried, worried, worried. How am I going to get out of here without a disaster? How am I going to walk to the door?
Grabbed the friend who had persuaded me to go, said quietly, please can we go home now, you drop me off at home and you go back.
Hoping to sneak out quietly. She announced loudly, "My friend's really tired, we'll have to go."
"That happens when people have MS," said Mrs Hoity Toity.
Yes, thank you both, soooo much for that.
All heads turned to watch my triumphal stagger to freedom.
That's it for me and parties, until I get some wheels, not that that would have helped, because the restaurant only has steps.
Ha ha ha ha ha. Twenty-six people. Table at the far, far, far end of the restaurant.
Air conditioner not working, lots of loud, loud, loud talking and girly shrieking.
Yes, I knew most of them, but I got stuck sitting next to a hoity toity old nursing sister, who spent the first hour telling me MS was curable, and my diet must be wrong, and her daughter (whose party it was) had told her about this special oil, which I should get.
I said, "It's not curable. I've had it 16 years, trust me, if there was a cure, I'd know. I take a drug for it and my diet's fine."
"Oh you don't want to take drugs. Everyone would be healthier if they just stopped all their medication and ate a proper diet," says she.
I sat there hoping against hope I wouldn't get the urge to go. Three hours, worried, worried, worried. How am I going to get out of here without a disaster? How am I going to walk to the door?
Grabbed the friend who had persuaded me to go, said quietly, please can we go home now, you drop me off at home and you go back.
Hoping to sneak out quietly. She announced loudly, "My friend's really tired, we'll have to go."
"That happens when people have MS," said Mrs Hoity Toity.
Yes, thank you both, soooo much for that.
All heads turned to watch my triumphal stagger to freedom.
That's it for me and parties, until I get some wheels, not that that would have helped, because the restaurant only has steps.
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