Cordless

Despite being semi-young, (sorta almost semi young), the disability makes me feel 90 years old sometimes.

Because I can’t walk without canes or a walker, every step puts pressure on my wrists. Because I’m right handed, most of the pressure goes there, and I’m susceptible to sprains.

So I have to wear a wrist brace for extra support.

It helps protect against sprains, but the downside is that it leaves my wrist/arm red and raw, sometimes bruised.

Ghh.

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Helpful tip for those of us (like myself) who dread social interaction.

This ought to make for a fascinating “conversation” with the cops next time you get stopped for speeding.

Note to self: Make squirrel costume… with special pocket for bail money.

Here comes another year.
Take a deep breath and strap yourself in.
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It’s been a long time since I posted anything.

Still here, still struggling with the same things.  Holidays are rough as always.

Still dealing with multiple disability issues. Walking with a cane in each hand in the dead of winter is sort of like strapping a banana peel to each foot and standing at the top of a giant slide.

But hey.

Hi, everyone.

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Ahhhhh.

What do June flowers bring?

Allergies?

Ennui?

Bittersweet contempt for humanity?

Just give me enough time to prepare.

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Of course!