I have recently been told that person/s visiting me have been commended by Christians on how “kind it is of them to go see that poor girl.” Like seeing me is part of the freaky Scavenger Hunt some Christians seem to think life is.
So I thought I would sort of clear the air and let you know that I have no interest in fools, tedium or being read bible scriptures (unless you let me pick the scriptures…heh heh!). Being disabled has placed severe limitations on how I can see people; that is true. However, if you don’t think the ride is going to be worth the admission, then don’t enter the Elizabeth McClung theme park. You can a) Stay on the side of the screen and read, b) You can enter a little closer to the brain of Elizabeth by commenting, c) we can start emailing (which often has long interruptions because one or both of us have health problems) or d) Total commitment: a face to face meeting!
There are at least five people I can think of in less than 30 seconds that I WANT to meet since I started blogging about being/becoming disabled (probably 10 or more if you give me a minute); and once I secure my private jet/train, I am on the way. Seriously, I am TRYING to figure out how to, a) pay back Japan and then b) Go a couple thousand miles to see them. Do I want to see them because God is going to give me brownie points? No. I want to see them because they are interesting people, people who have a sense of humor (often sick, like mine), who have “passed the veil”, who know what pain and limitations are and know that isn’t WHO they are. I want to see them because I want to be with someone who “gets” me and someone I can have a good time with, even if it is us sitting in our wheelchairs in the same room talking.
I have ex-care workers who I can call up and we drink wine and talk for hours. They don’t come because I pay them (not anymore) but because in the words of one, “You can talk to her about anything.” Or as another says, “IF you can get a word in!”
Please disabuse any notion that you are polishing up a divine resume coming to see me. I can deal with being me, if you can’t, well, I don’t know – why not pray a lot, I tried that for years in order to stop being a lesbian and ended up with a lesbian partner, maybe you will be so lucky.
Okay, now less on you and more on ME: I got up today to a hells brew of weather: wind, rain, flying objects, and probably hail at some point. However, what is going through MY mind? “I have WAXED legs….I am SO going to wear a skirt!” Especially as my Japan wheelchair will have my knees in the air which makes skirt wearing a bit more….um, well, I should put advertisements on my bikini underwear. So I showered with help and got dressed in a new (meaning unpacked from the summer) corset with skulls all over it, and wore my tripp skirt, with leggings and skull socks from Laura (matching the corset), and my skelekitty earrings and headband. My hair is two washes into the “I wanna be pink” attempt. I am of course, plotting something, that is my “Oh, I’m so clever and no will notice I am planning mischief” face.
What am I planning? I am going to take my skirt to Japan. That was the new plan ever since my father saw me today and said, “That’s QUITE a short skirt isn’t it!” It is amazing how those words started an immediate feeling a deep love toward my skirt to grow in my heart. And his follow up line of “You’re not taking THAT to Japan?!” Made me think, “If I just ‘slip it in’ the packing, then Linda will never notice until it is too late.” And lots of pictures of me in it, of course, just to post to him with a, “Having a GREAT time!” message.
I am still losing weight, so actually, I will need to pin it as I am now down to a size Large…..in JUNIOR MISS. I would sigh, but since junior miss and hot topic have all the best styles of being a rebellious punk and it still obviously STILL works on fathers (even ones who should leave clothing criticizing to the PARTNER of their daughter). I always wanted to know who the women over six foot women were who were buying the size 7 or 9 jeans from Tall Girl? I may soon find out. My torso has lost weight too, so I fill up the space in the corset up top with extra padding and a strapless bra (love the gel packs). I amuse myself. Besides, since I had to wheel two blocks in a huge downpour in my skirt and corset, I know exactly how impractical what I am wearing is in relation to the weather. That’s why I was going “hee hee!” for the entire two blocks. Because, when you can’t afford to live dangerously anymore, well, at least try to dress dangerously once a week!
Here I am, in the total of 45 seconds of sunshine we had today, where it still misting slightly and yeah, this is who I am. Sure, this is part of my “best three hours of the week,” but if you don’t come, if you don’t visit you don’t get those good hours, and even my bad hours are pretty full of sick, sick jokes. I hope you are having a good day and I am looking forward to getting these endless packing lists, buying lists, to contact lists, and other lists finished and get over to where the postcards are (so I can buy them and send them to y’all!). Because, common sense says this is NOT a trip I should be taking. Luckily I have a brain of a supercomputer, the dress sense and maturity of a teenager, the body of a supermodel, (that’s what super-thin means, right, supermodel? Or just model?) and medical equipment in excess of most ambulances.
And, finally, visiting someone with a disability is an opportunity you give to yourself; as I think the entire nation of Japan is about to find out.
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