MARTA Really is Smarter yes

Geez! why haven’t I been using MARTA all along?!? ugh…this is a case of better late than never i suppose. So, I was conditionally approved to use the Marta Mobility service. “Conditionally” means that they approved me to use it only if any of 4 conditions apply at the time that I want to ride. Turns out that because of where my apartment complex is, one of those conditions (there is no sidewalk to use) ALWAYS applies. I always have to scoot on the road when I leave the complex – it’s not a busy road at all and it’s not far to the cross street with a pavement – but the point is, there’s no sidewalk, so technically, I can use the service any time I leave. I’ve been going to Occupational Therapy weekly since December and started using MARTA to go in January. Everything has been so easy, breezy like Sunday Morning, seamless and CHEAP! I don’t have to deal with any attitudes (obvious or perceived). No need to say to anyone (nicely and smiling somewhat while scowling in my head), “it’s okay. If you don’t want to deal with it, I’ll cancel and request someone else” and best of all, my being judgemental and cancelling rides simply because of the gender and race of the driver (young, black women are the worst) is a thing of the past…using the service has been like a breath of fresh air.

One of the last times I used Lyft, I was walking the driver thru removing the seat from the scooter (the very first step of dismantling it). I believe that my 7-year-old niece would have used more effort that the schupidy gyurl was using to lift the seat. Suffice it to say that when she said that she couldn’t stay any longer, I was glad to see her go because she was irritating me to no end, and I was this close to saying something I should not have.

I am also not limited to using it only for doctor’s appointments and the like; I can use it to go anywhere as long as the destination is within half a mile of a regular MARTA stop. Of course, there will be times when I’ll need to use Lyft or Uber but the angst that sometimes came with that will be minimised. I eh go lie tho, I haven’t used either since I was approved and last week, I got an email from Lyft that stated, “hey, where are you? here’s a 10% discount for your next 3 rides.”

Now, each trip costs $4 and when I went to load my card, there was an option for 20 rides for $68 so naturally, I bought that. A number of times, the fare boxes in the buses were out of service but each time, the driver wrote down the card number and we moved on along. On two occasions, the driver told me that there was no money on the card and when I told them that there should be, they wrote down the number and we went on our way. Last week Wednesday, I finally got my online access organised and when I looked, I saw that I haven’t been charged for any of the rides I’ve already taken and there are still 20 rides left on the card. I did the right thing and contacted customer service to report the issue and figure out how to correct and guess what I was told…”hmm…don’t know what’s the deal. don’t worry about it.” I protested a little…feigned concern, so she told me that if I encounter a driver who gives me a hard time, I could (if I want to) go to the MARTA office and tell them that the card doesn’t work so I need a new one. Well hell, she didn’t have to tell me three times; I thanked her and moved on. I’ll continue to tell them that there’s money and I assume that they’ll continue to log my card number and 1 day, maybe when I look, I’ll have 5 rides left. Not much I can do if someone, somewhere appears to not be doing their job.

The one drawback of using the service is that it needs to be scheduled but, in the grand scheme of things, that is smallting and certainly not the end of the world. I will use Lyft/Uber when things come up and those times will not be doctor’s appointments etc. where I HAVE to be somewhere on time, so I won’t let anything stress me out.

I gone so…allyuh hol’ it dong till next time. Stax

I CANNOT Make This Shit Up!

Lemme preface this post by saying that I am tired of writing my excuses reasons for not writing, so I’ll just jump right in.

Anyhoo, I swear that I cannot make this up!

I am the proud owner of 2 mobility scooters, Optimus Prime and (the newly acquired) Max. I use both of them and they each serve a purpose altho recently I discovered that Max, while a nifty lil thing, is not the most comfortable for sitting for any length of time beyond getting where I need to go, and I definitely cannot stand on him. I had to go to Jamaica at the end of September and wouldn’t you know it, I couldn’t take either. Well, Optimus was in the shop and Max is just not comfortable or “party” friendly enuf, so I really did not want to take him. So…i had to rent a scooter – UGH! Luckily tho, the shop that was handling Optimus has scooters for rent, so I got one of theirs (“unfortunately”, they only had 4 wheeled scooters which didn’t make me happy, but I got over that fast). Got it the day before I left Atlanta and we were off.

Once I landed in JA, we had to take a shuttle bus to the hotel that was 2 hours away. I had already spoken to the wedding coordinator to ensure that there would be space for me and as it turns out, it was one of the big, coach busses so I was all set. They loaded the scooter in the luggage compartment and once again…we were off! 2 hours later, the bus pulled up outside the resort, the scooter was unloaded, i jumped on, turned the key and i heard a long beep. “No worries.” I thought, “like it’s in manual mode.” I looked at the switch and realised that it in fact, was NOT in manual mode. “hmmmmm”. It was at that point, that it occurred to me that I wasn’t hearing the “something’s wrong” alert; I was actually hearing the horn. It sounded like the horn was constantly being depressed and when I looked, the actual horn button was gone – I guess it had broken off in the luggage compartment of the bus. Ah shit! this had actually happened a couple of months ago with Optimus and the only option I had was to take him in to the same shop where he was at the moment. Great! I was in Jamaica! no scooter repair anywhere!!

For the next 4 days, EVERYONE knew when I was approaching!!! I’ll bet you thought that the thing couldna been that loud. Well, you’d be wrong…shit was loud and there wasn’t a damn thing that I could do about it. Noise pollution at its finest…the only time it wasn’t blaring was when the switch was off, and I did that as much as I could, but I still had to get around. Sigh! There is some good news, I didn’t get any complaints or incredulous stares until the last night, but by then miss h’A and I were over it and we didn’t care that the woman was most annoyed, had her fingers in her ears and kept saying/shouting something to us. What was funny was that for at least 45 minutes after I got home and parked the thing, I was still hearing the beeeeeeeeeeeeep in my head. A few other friends could have sworn that they heard me in the various airports where they were connecting to get back. The other good news? Bill and John at the repair shop didn’t charge me for the rental or the broken horn – I couldn’t beat that with a bat! I’ll take the wins whenever I can 🙂

Be back soon…

Well yes…

SIGH! After I published my last post about Shurlan’s ral (a term coined by some members of my family after my grandmothers funeral – they crazy…go figure 😊) I reread it a couple times, looking for errors etc and an overwhelming sense of sadness came over me. I was:
*sad for Shurlan
*sad for J,DeeJay, Dom, Devon
*sad because dr. G was moving back home in 2 days and I’m going to miss him tremendously
*sad because…life…and I have to deal with my wretched disease ALL THE DAMN TIME

it all came crashing down on me all at once. For the first time in a long time, I felt really alone and didn’t want to go thru it all by myself. I called CYute and we made plans to lime.  I don’t think he will really understand how much I really appreciated and needed that lime that night.

anyway…so I went home on July 3rd for 10 days. Heading to Trinidad from Atlanta is not the easiest thing to do. There are no direct flights so we have to choose if we want to go thru Texas, New Jersey or Florida. I chose Fort Lauderdale because the airport, cost and schedule were ideal. When I’m travelling with my scooter, I’m on my own – I have no assistance from the wheelchair attendants in any airport. Ramp guys bring the scooter for me when we land and I bounce starter and take off to where I need to go. Landing in Fort Lauderdale on my way back was no different; I got on Bumblebee and started making my way to Customs.

I don’t know if u regular folk ever noticed this but elevators are always in a different spot than escalators that u use and that path is always less travelled. So I was heading to the elevator and bumblebee just stopped. Ah sheeeiiit! My knee usually rests near to the power switch so I hoped that maybe it bounced the switch and turned it off by mistake. I flipped the switch and still…nothing! I flipped it about 4 times to make sure I was seeing correctly and yes, the battery gauge was not moving (the indicator that the scooter is on).the battery was fully charged…that wasn’t the problem (this had happened before but both times I got him going again…after a long time. I didn’t have that time right then). i didn’t know what the hell to do (I haven’t mentioned that I was beat because my flight from Trinidad had been delayed 2 hours). I looked toward the elevator and there was 1 wheelchair attendant there pushing a passenger. Now u hadda understand, these attendants are essentially assigned to passengers who need assistance and remember that’s not me. Shit! Luckily for me, the fella was very helpful and the passenger he was pushing didn’t have a connecting flight and wasn’t in a rush. He left and found a supervisor who’d seen me deplane and who, realising my predicament, brought another chair and told the fella to push us both to baggage claim where he would tell the ramp guys to take the ‘bee. I eh go lie, as frustrated as I was about the situation, I was glad that I was in bumblebee cuz the way he folds up, it was much less hassle to move him around. By this time, I’d missed my flight to Atlanta so I had to call GHK who luckily had nothing going on that night so she could pick me up. I really cannot get into the all the details of everything else that happened in the airport when we got to baggage claim but it included my sitting in a chair (that I can’t work) for what seemed like at least an hour and waiting on the wheelchair fella to square away his original passenger and then come back for me. It was torture…I was frustrated, I was tired, I was hungry, I wanted to get the hell to Atlanta and most scarily, I wasn’t mobile.

finally I got by GHK and more drama. Every time I go by her I use a walker cuz of the layout of the apartment complex and the apartment itself. Well this was not a planned visit, so I had to hold on to both she and Dx to get to the apartment and when inside they decided to put me in a folding chair that they dragged to and fro…sigh; it was a rough night to say the least.  My original flight would had had me walking thru my front door about 9 on Saturday night…instead, I walked thru my door at 9:30 Sunday morning. There’s good news…apparently there was a blown fuse in Bumblebee’s guts that has since been replaced so he is as good as new.

All’s well that ends well I suppose.  I’ve had nightmares of not having my scooter and the shit actually came true. I can safely say that I don’t ever want to relive that ever again.

hol’ it dong, Stax

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