At the age of four we all know that we are unique, but somehow, in the next decade or so, we forget.
Though my major complaint since age four remains the same: Libraries should not limit the amount of books I check out.
Veni, Vidi, ego victum YMCA! But after 160 minutes of exercise, the YMCA conquered me. Once the fever broke, all those sit ups and push ups meant I blurted noises like an injured Yak just reaching for the toilet paper.
'Perhaps', I thought to myself, flopping about the bed like a landed goldfish trying to reach a blanket, 'those last sets of fifty were….excessive?'
My paradigm is shattered: problems DO exist which cannot be solved with the Galaxy Quest quote “Never Give up! Never Surrender!”
I am off this weekend for human contact. The problem with living a mental life is the real starts to become less important than my habitual intellectual masturbation. “Dr. McClung? Dr. McClung?” The home care worker voice drifted in, “Are you okay? Can you move? Can you speak?”
“Sorry. I was making your name into anagrams.” I continue to peer off into the puzzle room in my brain.
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.