Lesson of the firework: Upward and onward (or: 'if you go boom, make it count!).
Yeah, Things are still hard. What I can do about that, I will. VIHA is trying to get workers to not come in, and I wish I could say that my GP, the health authority, my care manager and the gang have not lost sight of the name and purpose of their authority: caring. But they have. Still, I continue to hope that they realize it is not about having or holding control but helping others.
Still, a group with no oversight, and a province with no regulation or transparency adds up to a disaster. And not the pretty, 'watch it burn' or 'see the rainbow' kind. So, I found fun in fire.
As for me, I found out between Canada Day, July 4th and Bastille Day that blowing shit up is fun. Especially if it makes pretty sparkles.
I’ll keep on working to find the wonder in life even if the wonder needs to come to me, sometimes. Two organizations I relied on have changed, one folded and the other changed it’s name. That change mean I have to write a new will (seriously), but more on that later. I hope you had a nice time with friends and some time off recently.
I am an academic, a lesbian who IS married, 17 years, and a full time wheelchair user, now power chair user. I write about disability issues on the blog Screw Bronze and up to Nov. 2008 on BBC's OUCH! Currently I am working on the postcard project (sending out a postcard to everyone who wants/needs one! Over 5,300 sent. To get a postcard for free click the link below!).
Yeah, I'm terminal, I'm end stage, I have days without hope - so similar to all those years of retail jobs during Xmas. Hee.