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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The thing about having disability AND depression is…
When my body feels well enough to get out of bed, my mind often doesn’t.
And often when my mind is peaceful and content enough to get up and join the world, my body can hardly make it from one room to the other.
For the body, I have leg braces, canes, walker, wheelchair…
For the mind, I have music (performing & composing), reading, and art.
I’m single and I live alone; if i dont take care of myself, no one else does.
But it’s much easier said than done.
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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.
Those of you who were here last year might remember that one of my bucket list items was to learn how to use a smartphone.
I’d gotten the tiniest cheapest one. And I learned how to do SP posts on it.
Aaaand the easier it got, the more I liked it. A lot.
Enough to decide I wanted a better phone.
Bought a new one last week.
Samsung Galaxy Sky J3.
16GB, plus I added a 32GB SD card.
I love it!
The old one feels like a cheap little toy in comparison.
It’s nice to feel happy about something. 🙂
Recipe for Steamed Cordless:
Take one chronically depressed citizen with disability/mobility issues. Ensure subject is single and lives alone.
Add one week of humid temperatures in the high 80″s and mid 90″s.
Coat with sweat and despair. Mix well.
- Add garlic breadsticks.
Serve with antidepressants and mood-altering beverage of your choice.
Interesting…
The local McDonald’s has wifi filters that block SP commenting/posting, but Taco Bell does not.
They could make commercials either way:
McD: “Stop by and explore death by cheeseburgers! We’ll even block your access to suicide sites so you can’t chicken out and beg for help at the last minute. Speaking of chicken, try all of our McNugget dipping sauces!”
Taco Bell: “Stop by and explore death by tacos! Best way ever! We’ll even let you access SP so you can invite everyone else to join you in warm camaraderie. Speaking of warmth, try all our taco sauces!”
What do June flowers bring?
Allergies?
Ennui?
Bittersweet contempt for humanity?
Just give me enough time to prepare.
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Of course!
In bed.
Dark room, 3:30 a.m.
Waiting for my headache to go away.
Ever had a handful of glass marbles, and you make a fist around them, hearing/feeling the piercing scrape of glass against glass?
That’s my head right now.
I keep hoping this means I’m being inundated with radioactive crap from outer space, and I will wake up tomorrow with superpowers.
Shhh. Let me dream.
If I end up being able to fly, it will save me a fortune in gas money.
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