I ended my ban on Marvel comics today.
I've read good things about Daredevil. I stopped my subscription after they had Daredevil take over the Hand, become a super-villain, die and be brought back to life. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
I have no idea what is going on with Spider-Man. I stopped reading him after he manipulated a photo. I know that Marvel let a writer kill off Peter Parker in one series. Writers -- afraid to make up something wholly new so they try to remake something with their own signature.
Monday, February 20, 2012
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Me or the FA?
A few weeks ago I asked on on an Ataxia mailing list whether anyone used a rowing machine. I got a few answers, one of which suggested a recumbent trike.
I replied to the sender that I actually had to give up my trike a little while ago and that I use a hand trike now.
I figured that would be the end of it, but he wrote me back. He wanted to know why I "had" to give up riding. He assured me that he was not judging me, although in my experience you don't use quotation marks if you aren't throwing words back in someone's face.
I told him why -- that my legs were flopping around too much -- and he replied, suggesting that it had less to do with the ataxia than with muscle strength and their correct use.
I feel bad about giving up my trike. I feel worse that my leg muscles don't work. I wonder if it my fault, more than the ataxia.
I replied to the sender that I actually had to give up my trike a little while ago and that I use a hand trike now.
I figured that would be the end of it, but he wrote me back. He wanted to know why I "had" to give up riding. He assured me that he was not judging me, although in my experience you don't use quotation marks if you aren't throwing words back in someone's face.
I told him why -- that my legs were flopping around too much -- and he replied, suggesting that it had less to do with the ataxia than with muscle strength and their correct use.
I feel bad about giving up my trike. I feel worse that my leg muscles don't work. I wonder if it my fault, more than the ataxia.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Toxic Avenger or my sister
One night many years ago, when I was still in school, I was at home for a big family gathering. I think it was my grandfather's 100th birthday, which would have been 1993, which sounds right.
I was sleeping on the couch in the living room, or I was supposed to be.
In reality, my allergies were killing me. I could not lie down because I was so stopped up.
Fortunately, the USA Network had a Toxic Avenger marathon and I watched 1, 2 and 3 before finally dozing off about 6:30.
I was not interested in reliving that experience -- well, except for the Toxie marathon -- so the other night when my nose would not let my lie down, I called my little sister and asked her for some decongestant.
She only had Nyquill, which we both decided would be a bad idea. I might wake up three days later if then.
I called Mom, who had some, and my sister went and got it and brought it back to me.
I took it and played Uno on my iPhone until I fell asleep.
I was sleeping on the couch in the living room, or I was supposed to be.
In reality, my allergies were killing me. I could not lie down because I was so stopped up.
Fortunately, the USA Network had a Toxic Avenger marathon and I watched 1, 2 and 3 before finally dozing off about 6:30.
I was not interested in reliving that experience -- well, except for the Toxie marathon -- so the other night when my nose would not let my lie down, I called my little sister and asked her for some decongestant.
She only had Nyquill, which we both decided would be a bad idea. I might wake up three days later if then.
I called Mom, who had some, and my sister went and got it and brought it back to me.
I took it and played Uno on my iPhone until I fell asleep.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Death goes empty-handed
| Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me. |
Twice this evening actually. But because I am not very comfortable with people I don't know, I sent him on his way alone.
He first visited my room in the new house. I was getting up from my chaise to enjoy the Valentine's dinner of breakfast. I put my feet carefully on the floor and then tipped forward. My head hit the floor with what I thought was a ear-splitting crack.
Claren was disturbed. She kept walking around and over to me then to the door then back.
I figured I better call for my sister to let her know I was alive after the huge crash. All I wanted to do was hold my head and roll around in the fetal position for a while. But I didn't. I was OK; my brain just got a little sloshed.
After my brother-in-law got me back to my chair, I enjoyed the breakfast dinner and decided to take Claren for a walk. I was on my own for the walk because Mom was out.
Claren has a favorite spot to poop, near a light and a driveway so I can get into the grass easily and pick it up.
Unfortunately, the favored spot is right in front of the light pole where the ground is sloped and it is far enough away from the curb that I have to go into the grass to get it.
Every time I have to get it, I say to Claren, "If I die, it is your fault." Normally, I am fine; tonight, though, my tires got stuck after I had picked things up.
I was not stuck; my chair often does not back up but goes forward fine. So that's what I had to do, but that meant going between the light pole and the curb -- which is not a whole lot wider than my chair -- and on a slope.
That would be when death made his second appearance of the night.
Again, he was turned away empty-handed. I put my chair in a slow setting and carefully yet easily rounded the light pole.
What next?
Monday, February 13, 2012
Worked in
Not that I painted it, my great-uncle did.
It took me long enough -- a little over six months, and it might have been longer. But my officemate left External Affairs for a new job within the agency, so she moved to a new floor. And she took all her stuff!
The office looked downright barren.
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