Planes, Trains and Automobiles

Sometime ago, I got the number 30 bus from Hackney Town Hall to the stop nearest to my flat, and as I stepped onto the curb on the road they call Ball, I remember how elated I felt, because finally, after months of Mamma Jones driving me places, taxis and the Patient Transport Service, I had regained some of the independence I lost with myeloma. Many months have passed, over a year’s worth in fact, since that happy time, and I can now without any hesitation that I no longer feel that way when indecently travel. The novelty has well and truly warn off. The adrenaline I felt that day has long been superseded by apprehension. Apprehensive and loathing to be precise.

Now, with the PTS a distant memory, any travel I undertake no longer feels a matter of routine as it should. Travel is an effort. It is an effort for a number of reasons, not least because I have become a lazy bum who loathes strangers, particularly the sort of stranger who does not know what a ‘Priority Seat’ means. It is a bummer, especially now I am getting out and about and attempting to enjoy #londonlife.

I fear the unknown with travel. I fear what will happen if I get tired whilst I am doing it, I fear people bashing me and not letting me sit down, I fear that I cannot always be independent when I am doing it, I fear that my face will not be able to disguise how uncomfortable some seats are for me, I fear falling over and I fear what will happen if my mode of public transport breaking down. These fears go through my head every time I travel and thus it is the reason why my current, preferred and used mode of transport is a black cab. Trust me, taxis are an expensive way to travel, but it saves my precious energy from worrying about being forced into delivering my much mentally rehearsed, vitriolic speech to people who fail to surrender the priority seat when it is needed. The speech by the way is awesome, designed to make the recipient go home and flush their head down their toilet with their mouth open. Sometimes, I admit, it can go too far and include a certain word that is not ladylike and I am working on that. Ignorant norfolkers.

I have had the time to dwell over my ability to travel and I have come up with certain rules to reduce my fear and manage my hatred of humankind and they are as follows: