Dear readers, I am documenting perhaps my last ever beloved frappe from McDonalds lovingly slurped on Saturday. Well, not counting any emotional crisis and my birthday. But, yes apart from that my last ever frappe. This is one of the hardest things I’ve had to promise myself and it’s a decision that I don’t take lightly because let’s be honest I absolutely love a Maccas frappe and I’d probably live on them if I could. They’re my drug of choice. Mmm that icy sweet deliciousness with whipped cream on top is so good. Okay, back on track now.
The reason I’m giving up frappes Maccas frappes is because for all the satisfaction they bring they just don’t seem to stay in me long. My spasticity filled bowels say no and I have to wheel to the toilet fast with my carer in toe, in the hope of making it which is not always possible. The time it takes me to get to the bathroom, for my carer to help me out of my wheelchair, pull my pants down and sit me down on the toilet can be a long slow process. Especially when I’m busting for a poop and sometimes a little squirts out. This is life when you’re disabled. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to my carers earlier about how these drinks affect me, I have been a true addict in denial.
Dear patient and loyal readers, able bodied or not, thank you for reading this far and not getting grossed out. Now, I want to hear from you. I want to hear your embarrassing stories, if you’re brave enough to share. No judgment here, comment below.