Too much

I like to pretend I am about much more than my disability or my wheelchair. I go to work full time. I take Claren for walks. I try to live my life. But in the end most everything track back to Friedreich's ataxia or the chair or both.

The "pimple" on my back has blossomed into something quite painful, made worse no doubt by the fact that I have to lean against a wheelchair back all day. It might also be made worse by the mold growing on my less-than-a-year-old shower chair.

So now, I need to:

• Call the doctor and get an appointment.
• Leave work and go to the appointment.
• Hope my doctor knows what it is and doesn't send me to a specialist.
• Call the wheelchair supplier and ask WTF is going on with my less-than-a-year-old shower chair getting mold.

It doesn't seem like much and Mom will do the calling, so it really isn't that big a deal at all.

Except I am disabled.

Everything is a big deal when you are disabled. Getting into and out of bed is  a big deal, and so is everything in between.

Adding something, anything, comes dangerously close to being too much.