Companionship

MARIE: We’ve been immensely remiss and haven’t blogged for an age. I’ve been busy in the garden, preparing to receive a family of bees and growing my rhubarb to such a size that you must admit the leaves make my bum look positively tiny. Jon’s been busy with computer matters and still is. He’s such a nerd and claims to actively enjoy the hours and days it can take to fix a bug or get a new device functional.

There’s nothing new on the pump front. We’re not surprised but perhaps very slightly disappointed not have an appointment yet. But I guess elective surgeries grind to a halt during the summer just as the rest of society. We’ve decided to be patient until the school holidays are over. If we still haven’t heard by then, I’ll have to get on the phone.

Meanwhile, we made an application some weeks ago for an escort service for Jon. Not perhaps quite as exciting as it sounds – I understand a firm hand on the elbow is about as up close and personal as it gets – but an opportunity for Jon to get out and about without having to rely on me.

He wants to spend hours on end in electronics shops. He wants to return over and over to one particular museum to perfect his photo of one particular exhibit. He wants to go in search of the perfect desk chair, and he wants to go fishing, and maybe he wants to attend lectures in bioscience. But he does not want to wait for me to have the time, and he certainly does not want to wait for me to have the inclination. And although I want to help Jon and be available to take him places, I recognize that too often recently my other commitments have gotten in the way of his plans. That’s not right. It made him feel a bit isolated and made me feel a bit guilty.

But then I discovered that our local authority runs this service (which they wisely omit to advertise) where those with permanent disabilities can get a free escort for up to 15 hours per month. We thought it would be brilliant for Jon to have someone who can drive him places and help him find his way round and give him a hand when he gets shaky and help him remember the drugs etc. etc. etc. – basically what Jon calls a thinking-brain dog.

Yesterday was the meeting to decide on our application and to our mid-sized surprise, it was approved almost straight away. Now we’ll have to see if the local authority has a suitable escort on their books. If not, we can find somebody ourselves – perhaps someone a wee bit international from Jon’s old language school.

Government-funded freedom (for both of us) – not bad!