Lulu's Adventures on MyBus

I wrote the following in March of this year:


Today I am going out on my own. In my wheelchair. On a special bus. And I am waiting for it to come. I don't mind telling you, I am absolutely terrified. 

The woman from the 'MyBus' scheme has phoned and I've spoken to the driver as they can't find my address (common problem- new build estate!) and they were both absolutely lovely. But still, I am panicking about the whole thing. 

Now, I consider myself to be a strong and capable woman, but I seem to have got myself into a right state about this. 

Things that are worrying me- my neighbours will see me getting into the special bus in my wheelchair so I will be 'outed' as a disabled person, I might feel unwell and I'll be out by myself, my wheelchair might run out of batteries and I won't have anyone to help me, I might make myself very unwell by doing it at all and end up back in bed for days. 

It's a big undertaking. It's the first time I've been out and about by myself in a long, long time. I have a knot in my stomach. 

Please let it be ok. 

Here I go!  
 


Well since writing that post I am  happy to report that I have now been on the MyBus a total of three times. I have gone to my local shopping centre twice and once to my local library. All three times went well, I felt pretty ropey (okay, VERY ropey), but I always do when I'm out and about anyway. Nothing terrible happened and the coffee I bought myself tasted better than any other coffee ever. 
 

It tasted of the sweet, sweet taste of independence.