Saturday, December 8, 2018

What to do

Mom and I have been talking about starting to use condom catheters.

On the off-chance, the name is not self-explanatory, let me explain. It works like any condom except it is connected to a bag that collects urine. Also,  unlike a normal condom, the inside is quite sticky.

I tried one years ago and it leaked, so I was not impressed. But Mom has been doing research and thinks it would work.

We even considered who we would hire to perform the shaving -- to allow the condom to stick.

I was warming up to the idea -- and the freedom it would provide -- until it occurred to me that I'd have to abandon getting up and getting dressed myself.

If I did away with saving for retirement, I might be able to afford hiring someone to come in every morning. But I am sure that would be a mistake, the saving part, unless I am certain I'd kick it while I am working.

I am also not sure I am ready to take that step. I don't think I am clinging to shreds of independence. And it  definitely isn't modesty.

I think this is a job for my Head-shrinker.  Not the condom-attaching, the figuring out why it makes me sad.

Wednesday, December 5, 2018

In defense of wheelchairs

Gram loved my wheelchair. She thought it was freeing and enabling.

For me.

She had no interest in using one herself. She didn't need it. Except she really did.

I thought of this when I saw the photo of Bob Dole being held up so he could stand and salute President Bush's coffin.

Granted, Dole at least used one, but in his mind it is better to be manhandled into a standing position, so he can salute than saluting from a chair.

And it wasn't just him. Emotional, read the headlines, stirring.

I hate my chair. I'd love to discard it but not unless it is unneeded.

It actually was emotional for me. I wanted to cry because someone was all to eager to shed a wheelchair, and this society thought it was stirring.

Monday, December 3, 2018

She gets it

I went to Target today to buy  some Reese's Peanut-Butter Cups for the best little sister in the world.

I went through the garage because I wasn't sure of the weather.

When I returned, I stopped by a friend's office to chat with her, and I mentioned my shopping trip.

She asked how I went because the doors are not friendly.

I told her I can open nonautomatic doors if I have to.

Of course, she said, but just so you know, I am always up for a trip to Target.

Thursday, November 29, 2018

My stupid left foot

I have two pairs of socks that, when combined with Uggs and foot-warmers, keep my feet downright toasty. This is awesome. At least that is what I thought until today.

My left foot started jumping shortly after I put on the shoes and socks.

I tried stretching, which often works. Nothing.

I tried Advil, which  usually works. Nothing.

I tried standing, which always works. Until today. Nothing.

I was teleworking, so I messaged my boss and told her I was taking sick leave for the afternoon.

Then I called Dad and he changed my shoes and socks.

Problem solved.

Apparently I am not allowed to be warm.

Wednesday, November 28, 2018

Sleep, who needs it?

My Tuesday actually began Monday night, when my nose decided it was mid-April and it had allergies. About quarter of 1, I called my sister to ask her to get my nasal spray in hopes that it would help me breath again.

She did, but it didn't really. Finally, about 1:30, I fell asleep till I had to get up about 6.

I had to call my sister then, too, for more help, which she again kindly provided.

I would have teleworked, but I had scheduled lunch with a friend.

So I got to work, and she canceled.

At lunch I took Fame out in the cold and accidentally ran into some grass with one wheel. I didn't get stuck, but the wheel did get all muddy.

No problem, I thought. It had rained the day before, so I would find a puddle to clean the wheel off. One tiny puddle is all I found.

Then another meeting got canceled.

I should have stayed in bed.

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