Epilepsy and eating out
Easter weekend in England can only mean one thing ....RAIN
Having planned a fabulous day out to Lightwater Valley with the little people and the teenager, but one look at my soaking wet and severely pee'd off King Charles after his walk this morning I realised that plan was deffo going to change. While I quite enjoy a day out at a theme park I would rather chop my legs off with a credit card than get soaking wet, watching the teenager swinging round on a pirate ship while the little people try to eat a soggy sausage roll.
Obviously when it's raining, unless you are a duck, you need activities that are indoors. In our house the best choice of indoor activity is food!!
After a morning of building lego, with most of the fun being had by me and the husband, we decided to go to Pizza Hut for lunch.
Clearly plenty of other people also view eating as a rainy day activity as the place was packed.... cue epilepsy problem number 1 ... crowded places!!! I don't enjoy being in super loud, busy environments because I struggle to concentrate on what people are saying to me. I could already feel my stress levels start to rise as I tried to listen to the 8 year old's food order, the 6 year old's request for ice cream and the teenagers constant demand for a whole pizza for himself because he's a growing lad, throw in the background noise and poor old Ethel stood behind me shouting because she can't hear her grandchildren or the server, and it's a miracle anyone got fed at all. To be totally honest the only reason our order even got placed was because the husband placed it while I went to use the facilities.
Order placed, it was time to hit the salad bar ... cue epilepsy problem number 2 ... navigating your way through crowds while carrying food/drinks when you have myoclonic jerks.
Being the responsible epileptic I am, I of course chose the plastic child dish at the salad bar. Strolling round the bar, giving old Ethel evils as she stuffed the last of the potato salad into her bowl, it wasn't overly apparent to anyone watching who was responsible for whom, as the little people kept asking me if I was OK while I tried to stop them pawing at the salad.
Eventually I managed to walk the 20 paces back to my seat without covering anyone in salad.
Next problem ... the self service drinks!. Not a cat in hells chance was I going to navigate through a crowd of hungry adults and children fighting round the salad bar while carrying a glass of juice with no lid on!!! so the husband had to go get my drink for me (he's a good egg).
Thankfully the meal went smoothly, if you don't count the trail of pizza crust and ice cream left behind by the little people, but no matter how many times I survive being in busy places I still don't dislike it any less.
I may also recommend to Pizza Hut they get some plastic cups with lids on for clumsy people like me, or I may just take my own with me next time!
Happy Easter everyone
Having planned a fabulous day out to Lightwater Valley with the little people and the teenager, but one look at my soaking wet and severely pee'd off King Charles after his walk this morning I realised that plan was deffo going to change. While I quite enjoy a day out at a theme park I would rather chop my legs off with a credit card than get soaking wet, watching the teenager swinging round on a pirate ship while the little people try to eat a soggy sausage roll.
Obviously when it's raining, unless you are a duck, you need activities that are indoors. In our house the best choice of indoor activity is food!!
After a morning of building lego, with most of the fun being had by me and the husband, we decided to go to Pizza Hut for lunch.
Clearly plenty of other people also view eating as a rainy day activity as the place was packed.... cue epilepsy problem number 1 ... crowded places!!! I don't enjoy being in super loud, busy environments because I struggle to concentrate on what people are saying to me. I could already feel my stress levels start to rise as I tried to listen to the 8 year old's food order, the 6 year old's request for ice cream and the teenagers constant demand for a whole pizza for himself because he's a growing lad, throw in the background noise and poor old Ethel stood behind me shouting because she can't hear her grandchildren or the server, and it's a miracle anyone got fed at all. To be totally honest the only reason our order even got placed was because the husband placed it while I went to use the facilities.
Order placed, it was time to hit the salad bar ... cue epilepsy problem number 2 ... navigating your way through crowds while carrying food/drinks when you have myoclonic jerks.
Being the responsible epileptic I am, I of course chose the plastic child dish at the salad bar. Strolling round the bar, giving old Ethel evils as she stuffed the last of the potato salad into her bowl, it wasn't overly apparent to anyone watching who was responsible for whom, as the little people kept asking me if I was OK while I tried to stop them pawing at the salad.
Eventually I managed to walk the 20 paces back to my seat without covering anyone in salad.
Next problem ... the self service drinks!. Not a cat in hells chance was I going to navigate through a crowd of hungry adults and children fighting round the salad bar while carrying a glass of juice with no lid on!!! so the husband had to go get my drink for me (he's a good egg).
Thankfully the meal went smoothly, if you don't count the trail of pizza crust and ice cream left behind by the little people, but no matter how many times I survive being in busy places I still don't dislike it any less.
I may also recommend to Pizza Hut they get some plastic cups with lids on for clumsy people like me, or I may just take my own with me next time!
Happy Easter everyone
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