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Twenty five years

November 29, 2015 - 09:21 -- Admin

It's been 25 years since I finished year 12.If you'd said then that any of the stuff that happened to me would happen to me I would not have believed you.Life; what a crazy, fun ride. We had our "schoolies" at Coffs Harbour in NSW. It was fun. Except I didn't have dress shoes so could not go to the night clubs. So I stayed back at the motel and read Commando comics bought from the local book exchange instead. Now that is me.

Bull; horns; grappled

November 25, 2015 - 13:53 -- Admin

As a person with multiple disabilities I have to do a fair amount of paperwork—lots of form filling—though much of it can be done online.But even e-paperwork bites the wang.Alas the e-paperwork must be grappled with and today I took a chunk of it by the horns. Naturally at step six of the online submission the router spaced out and I was in danger of having to start again.

Voided self; saw doctor

November 24, 2015 - 09:43 -- Admin

I was on my way to the doctor and just passed the mall's toilets when I felt the urge. I dashed into the disabled cubicle, gingerly lowered then voided—it was like I'd taken massaman beef sauce and thrown it from the door in the vague direction of the bowl.It was beyond hideous. I cleaned up, checked in and with still roiling guts and waited. I had my appointment, got my assorted paperwork then headed home.

Tablet back, back to normal

November 23, 2015 - 19:46 -- Admin

My trusty Acer tablet suffered a glitch a while back but fortunately it was under warranty. I had to nail the date and total amount of purchase to prove I got it from where I got it and that it was less than 12 months old to get it accepted but once it was I got it back inside two weeks. I've been making do with theboy's mini-iPad and my iPhone5 but it's been irritating—especially with the return of hand tremours that makes navigating small screens difficult.

Bending hard; vomit to clean

November 23, 2015 - 15:10 -- Admin

theboy is sick with something that makes him vomit. He threw up in the corridor on the polished wood floor. I can't bend without pain and distress. In the end I braced my legs against the walls of the intersection where it happened and gripped the corner of the wall as I lowered myself enough to clean it. I got there in the end then managed to lever myself back to standing with a sopping paper towel of sick held within the grasp of a half-towel of mopped up sick. And I have my legs.

From two years past and just as true

November 22, 2015 - 10:46 -- Admin

From where I sit in the shed with the laptop when I look up I see a tranche of statements of worth along with the date.One of them is "I'm the wizard of Oz" from two years ago. And it's still true. I get to walk the earth knowing I mattered. Not many people get to do that—and I achieved it not in spite of disabilities but because of them.

Bronzed myself with man sweat

November 21, 2015 - 18:23 -- Admin

I loathe exercise. Some days I loathe it less. Lately, it's more than less.But I still got on the SoTPC and started the ride. Being late-spring the shed where I ride got hot, hot yoga hot, with the fan not yet deployed because it can aggravate my fibro and I turn it on as a last resort.The sweat beaded forth.

Angry, snotty shed cry

November 19, 2015 - 11:09 -- Admin

I was due for one. It's a normative part of having an anxiety spike. I'm not frightened, I'm just sad and angry. And as I often did during my recovery I had an angry, snotty shed cry.So it's out and I feel better for it, though drained. Fortunately I'd just replaced the dead tissue box with a new one and was able to sponge out the tear-snot that runnelled into my thick moustache. But I will counter that with music that I love then a ride atop SoTPC.