|badgerbag (badgerbag) wrote,|
@ 2012-03-29 07:24 pm UTC
The train ramp at the corner of Dolores park was a fine place to wait. But t hen the driver didn't want to let me on because the train was crowded. I got on anyway and had to do it fast because there is a huge gap between the concrete and the train even with the little extra bit extended. Then I was in front of the yellow line too close to the front of the train but no one even tried to make room. Fine... fuck y'all... etc. I read my book. The lady next to me was boxed in by my scooter and the guy next to her who had a giant rolly suitcase. She had two bags of groceries under her seat. As we pulled out of one stop she began to get up preparing for the next stop and told me to move out of her way. I couldn't and we got into a fight as I said she needed to wait for the stop, then I could move but others would have to move out of *my* way. As if I would turn on the scooter and just crash into people while the train was moving and on a hill?! She complained very loudly and got up anyway climbing over me with her bags saying she was disabled and too slow to get up and be noticed by the driver in time...
Then the driver got up in my face yelling back things I couldn't hear very well about what my stop was. I told him Randall but he demanded to know where my final destination was. I said Mission & Cortland... and he then tried to make me get off at 29th and Church and take the 24 bus up to Cortland so that I would be exactly where I would end up. In vain I explained that I can get from one point to another without taking the 24; that's why i'm on this wheeled machine already....
The Randall stop turned out to be quite horrible in the middle of the train tracks and people getting on and off the fucking highway. The J train going the opposite way was stopped at the light, another woman was crossing the tracks, we had a "walk" sign and yet the train driver started to pull out and nearly ran me over. I screamed at her and she yelled at me and then as I was in front of the (now stopped) train I went over a bump and the basket with my backpack fell off the scooter. OMFG. Luckily without my computer in it!!!
I got home and started to cry just fed up with everything, pain, buses, other people, everything! I felt like my physical therapist doesn't like me anymore because I'm not getting better. I am so tired of just being in pain all over. Usually I can deal. But today I bottomed out and cried all over the place.
Tomorrow will try to swim & then people are coming to clean D.'s apartment and a steam cleaning guy later on. Then we will be done with his place and I will focus on getting the boat cleared out for real and cleaned nicely. Bunk beds arrive here tomorrow night (thanks mom) along with someone to put them completely together and take away all the beds' packing material.
Moomin comes saturday and we will have another public transport adventure as I am planning to take him to FogCon. Steeling myself for another ordeal... maybe it'll be okay but if not I refuse to cry in front of my kid.