We live in a rural area and have the pleasure of being surrounded by
fields, orchards and a forest. I wanted to check there were no future plans for
development or perish the thought, high rise apartment buildings going up
behind us. I visited the local building planning office, asking a lady at
the front desk, I was told I'd have to submit my request in writing and
wait to be invited to a committee that sits once every two weeks to discuss
such matters. Having hoped for immediate information, my face dropped, and
looking despondent, leaned on her desk and said "my husband wont be pleased
if I go home without an answer!"
What I had forgotten, was that both my arms were badly bruised (one bruises easily with Gaucher disease) and I literally looked as if I had been beaten up. The lady looked me up and down, told me to wait a moment whilst she hurried into the back office where I could see her talking to another woman sitting at a desk. The two of them simultaneously looked over in my direction, and then continued in their hushed tones. The lady returned to the counter and told me that they didn't usually give out information informally, but she was concerned for me and would make an exception.
As she spoke, I noticed her glancing at my arms and it suddenly occurred to me, she had assumed I had taken a beating. Little did she know that Gaucher disease was solely responsible for my colourful bruises, and most definitely not my gentle, loving darling husband. I didn't say anything. Leaving the office armed with the information, and thinking for once, having Gaucher had unwittingly given me an advantage, although now my husband had a questionable reputation! Arriving home I told my husband what had happened, to which he was mortified, and told me out right that he wasn't going to set foot in that office if they were under the impression that I was a beaten wife. I can't say I blame him! However, we are now safe with the knowledge that the fields behind us will stay agricultural land.
Have a good weekend.
What I had forgotten, was that both my arms were badly bruised (one bruises easily with Gaucher disease) and I literally looked as if I had been beaten up. The lady looked me up and down, told me to wait a moment whilst she hurried into the back office where I could see her talking to another woman sitting at a desk. The two of them simultaneously looked over in my direction, and then continued in their hushed tones. The lady returned to the counter and told me that they didn't usually give out information informally, but she was concerned for me and would make an exception.
As she spoke, I noticed her glancing at my arms and it suddenly occurred to me, she had assumed I had taken a beating. Little did she know that Gaucher disease was solely responsible for my colourful bruises, and most definitely not my gentle, loving darling husband. I didn't say anything. Leaving the office armed with the information, and thinking for once, having Gaucher had unwittingly given me an advantage, although now my husband had a questionable reputation! Arriving home I told my husband what had happened, to which he was mortified, and told me out right that he wasn't going to set foot in that office if they were under the impression that I was a beaten wife. I can't say I blame him! However, we are now safe with the knowledge that the fields behind us will stay agricultural land.
Have a good weekend.
This blog really made me laugh and once again, I wonder how you are able to bring humor into the tales you tell based on two serious medical conditions. You are an inspiration to all who read your blog.
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