Every trip to the clinic for me – a global stress. Each time gray hair appears on my head. And how else, because not only motorists are killed on our roads, but also moms with wheelchairs. Because our roads are not at all clear for whom. But it will be not only about them.
Weather pleases moms with wheelchairs on the streets of the whole herds, but for some reason did not take care of them! I go to the clinic on the main street of the city. I go a long time, about 40 minutes each way. And imagine, during this period of time, only 2 wheelchair ramps come across my path. And moreover in places where pedestrians walk. But where to go the road, paradox, there is no convention!
I also like traffic lights with a whistle sound when the green light comes on. I understand that this is done for poorly seeing people. Nevertheless, they somehow did without it once. And two – it seems to me internally they jump from such a sharp sound. A baby in a stroller?
And you know that according to the rules of the road to cross the road correctly is to take the child in your arms and push the wheelchair in front of you. That’s how, forgive me, how should I do it, with one hand (after all, with the other child), when I have a curb 20 centimeters high in front of me !? In general, when they wrote this rule, they thought – how to hold a newborn child, which is already shaking like a sausage box?
Personally, it would be easier for me to take the subway. If there were descents for wheelchairs. And they are – in transition. And in the subway itself they are not. At least in our town. I understand that it’s better not to go on the metro during rush hours, but you can choose the optimal time. It is better, than to be put with a carriage, for example, in the bus or a tram.
I understand that the Russian woman will stop the horse and galloping, but in this case no one wants to help us to be just a woman, a mother. Therefore, we, poor young mothers, who are already exhausted from breastfeeding and sleepless nights, have to take help in the form of a middle-aged grandmother and somehow squeeze carriages along the steps of public transport. And extremely rarely anyone will help us with this.
I agree – sooo comfortable. Keep silent about mistrust to the driver when you are with the baby in your arms. But about the size of maternity say. Is my 3600 far away? Given that the diapers takes at least 1500 per month, and the rest. The rent, food, clothes, medicine … Should I continue? In my opinion, it is clear that I have already gone into the negative.
Congresses and Arrivals
With the roads figured out, but what about the courtyards? We have recently built a new quarter – many houses, candles, around each asphalt – the road – asphalt. And so every 40-70 meters and again, no congress. Straight obstacle course of some kind.
Do not like it – go to the park. Yep I am going. Around the syringes, garbage, and behind the bush man manages the need. Yes, within the limits of accessibility, it is just such a park, and I’m scared to walk there alone, not like with a child. And instead of ennobling him, it is likely that he will soon be demolished.
And there are several such parks in the city. Let them be small, but bring them in order – and moms will lead their children in one piece. But it’s easier to demolish and in its place build a large shopping center.
These are the ones in the courtyards. Recently I witnessed how one of them was demolished. Allegedly recognized traumatic. Hmm, well, but it’s summer in the yard, where are the kids playing? For a month now, instead of the town, a wasteland. I won’t put it in my head – if there was money for demolition, why weren’t there for restoration? Is it really so expensive to change a couple of boards, weld a couple of pieces of iron and buy 10 cans of paint? And again we will have to look for new playgrounds in a wheelchair for yard gullets.
But the country wants to grow a healthy nation, future athletes on the exhaust gases. Promoting vaccinations and breastfeeding, because health in our country simply can not buy – no money is not enough.