If someone had told me having lupus would result in getting a chauffeur, I would have embraced it more openly. Okay I probably wouldn’t because I’m stubborn.
How stubborn you ask? Well I qualify of a special parking placard, the ones that allow you to park in the disabled parking stalls. Apparently these are prime real estate, near the doors and wider space between the lines. As one of my doctors once put it, there are some perks to an illness like lupus. The perk of premium parking should not be scoffed at he said.
And there are days where I wonder about how far I will be able to walk due to pain or failing energy or what have you. But I still park far away from the doors. I always have. Because the exercise is supposedly good for me. Because people won’t park near my car given how far out I’ve parked, and yet they still do.
How stubborn you ask? I qualify for special appointments with my doctors, like get in no questions asked special. But I never take them. Because someone else may need them more than I do.
Now a chauffeur is a different story, except I like to drive. However on the days it is too much, having “James” take me “home” can be delightful. Of course I say this tongue in cheek. I am totally grateful that Beloved easily steps into help out without complaining. Of course I’m also grateful that he doesn’t mind when I say “home James” as posh as I can!