Just when I thought I was running out of ways to phrase similar versions of the same thing—“lots of snow, little mobility, eternal frustration”—the universe cursed me with actual developments to report. Developments I wish hadn't transpired, but at least it's fresh content (can I call this a silver lining?). This entry will nonetheless be … Continue reading Snow Diaries, Day Five: A Twist, and Not the Good Kind
At approximately 9:00 PM last evening, I swapped my slippers for an actual pair of shoes for the first time in days, put on my winter coat, and went outside for a blast of fresh air. I of course had an ulterior motive: to check the sidewalk situation. Nothing had changed on that front, so … Continue reading Snow Diaries: Day Four (Parole?)
It’s my third day of snow-forced seclusion, and my morale is wavering but still by and large intact. (I'm not including Sunday, the day of the storm, in my count because I snuck in a three-minute mental-health ride in the early morning, before the snow picked up. This was probably ill-advised—there was a bitter wind … Continue reading Snow Diaries: Day Three
I'm starting off strong here and staying true to my word by making today's entry in the snow/prison diary in which I plan to document this current period of winter confinement. While I hope that this will be a two-day thing, I suspect it'll be a significantly longer-term project. Watch me curse myself weeks from … Continue reading Snow Diaries: Day One
[Please note that it's now the day of the snowstorm, and conditions have very much changed since I finished—and neglected to publish—this entry. Expect a full-on storm post soon; I'm considering trying for a daily entry until I'm able to resume some semblance of normal life, but no promises.] I write this in the short … Continue reading The Night Before the (Snow)storm
My power wheelchair's first set of batteries started showing signs of failure mere months after they were given their inaugural run. Concerned, I contacted the service representative I'd been dealing with at the store through which I purchased the (remarkably expensive) chair. It took some back and forth, but she was helpful and kind and … Continue reading Batteries Fail, Life Goes On
... 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 …
If one measures accomplishments in tangible output, as our capitalist society is wont to do, my summer and early fall weren’t incredibly fruitful. As a productivity-worshipping perfectionist whose self-worth has traditionally been based on such standards, I feel obliged to remind you that my lack of much to show for these months was by design: … Continue reading Just Like Christmas
… I’m free! My inner drama queen had started to wonder if my period of confinement disproved that "this too shall pass" adage that rankles me when all I'm trying to do is see the glass half empty. Yesterday, for example, which was particularly bad from the “me cooped up and resentful that most people’s … Continue reading Twelve Days Later …
I'm now at the one-week mark of my current captivity. More like a week and a half, actually, since last Saturday's reprieve was so brief—more a tease of what I hadn't had for days (and haven't had in the time that's elapsed between then and now) than anything else. Counting from part one of the … Continue reading Plowing Through (No Thanks to a Plow)
De Morbo Sacro: Life and/with Epilepsy 