... on a purple power chair / o'er the curbs we go / ripping out our haaaaiiiir ... With that out of my system, I'll continue. Remember my last post, so long ago? (Sorry—a few new ones are in progress. It's slow going, though, and I was away for a week and have been frenetically … Continue reading Crawling Through the Sludge …
Hell hath no fury like a woman with a full bladder and nowhere to empty it. Scrap that: hell hath no fury like a wheelchair-using woman waiting for someone to vacate the only accessible stall in a public washroom with plenty of unoccupied toilets. And can you blame her/them/me? It's hard enough to locate a … Continue reading Stalled
One of the few happy consequences of my recent confinement was that I had plenty of time to implement stage one of my training for a 10k I’ll participate in this coming May. To the unimaginative among you, it might seem strange that I committed to a race when I can’t walk to the corner, … Continue reading In Training
My husband and I were away this past week, this time even further from home and for a little longer than we were gone our last trip. Three nights, lots of excitement, lots of doing the right amount of nothing. Wandering, exploring, being spontaneous. It was glorious. We booked a hotel and a car a … Continue reading On the Road Again, Again
Last Wednesday was one for the books. It was on that monumental day that my occupational therapist, a sales rep, and a technician, the latter two from a medical-equipment supplier, came in the late morning so that I could trial a power chair and so that my OT could evaluate whether or not I'm a … Continue reading Joystick
De Morbo Sacro: Life and/with Epilepsy 