Warning: Contents Under Pressure, Sarcasm May Escape
10:44 AM
Yesterday was Day Two of my girls only shopping adventures with my awesome friend in Virginia. I promised myself that while I was down here I would not allow myself to feel guilty for spending money on myself and for shopping in stores other than Walmart, Target, and the Salvation Army. The money I am spending is a portion of the one time payment I received from the Virginia Retirement System, basically a return on the money my district paid them towards my future retirement since I am now considered fully disabled. Money also went to paying for AFOs, towards my wheelchair, towards shoes to fit over my AFOs, towards a warm winter coat that works with a wheelchair, and a few medical bills as well as other necessities. Anyway, back on topic. Yesterday we first spent about an hour in Ulta which, until I met my friend, would have been torture but since her girly girl ways are contagious I am now very interested in makeup and nail polish and all that stuff. I needed to replace my makeup because most of that stuff is clearly marked with a 9-12 month shelf life and I have been using mine for about 2 years. Considering my immune system sucks, I think I need to pay attention to those things - especially things near my eyes. I do wash my makeup brushes once a month. After buying a good portion of the store, we ventured to Borders. As I was wandering around the store (I picked up the most awesome skull graffitti messenger bag for my wheelchair that will hold my laptop and is way more my style), a store worker who had already asked me twice if I needed any help stopped me again. Then she opened her mouth and the stupid fell out. "You sure are doing a great job wheeling around the store today!" She was full of some sort of combination of fake enthusiasm and pity and excitement that she thought she knew the perfect thing to say. Biting my tongue hard enough to attract vampires within a 5 mile radius, I waited until she has gotten out of hearing range before giving in to my need to respond. "And wow, you sure are doing a wonderful job walking today! Those steps are so even and fluent! Your gait so reciprocal!" Ugh!! I may be a little testy on this issue, but I hear the same comment over an over and it is a bit degrading - like it is amazing that I can continue to live my life even though I am reliant upon a wheelchair for mobility. I could understand if I was doing wheelies or 360s or other tricks, but my bag of tricks is shallow and empty. Most of the time I am pretty good about keeping the sarcasm inwards, but every so often it escapes. I need a sign for my wheelchair that says something like "Warning, Risk of Sarcasm" and "Legs dysfunctional but the brain still works". :)
Big Brother
6:11 PM
I finally got a few photos of my blue eyed boy, the big brother of the excessively cute baby in my last post and so I wanted to quickly post those. He is a bit jealous of his little sister, and I think is still willing to trade her for a puppy but is the sweetest and most amazing almost 7 year old that I have ever known.
Excessive Displays of Cuteness
3:21 PM
These are pictures of my amazing friend's 7 month old daughter, who I finally got to meet for the first time. She is beyond adorable and one of the most happy go lucky, laid back babies I have ever met. I need to get some good photos of her equally adorable, um I mean awesome (he protested the words cute, adorable, handsome, and cool before accepting awesome) older brother but for now I have a few pictures of the excessive displays of cuteness that are a blue eyed seven month old baby girl. She totally rocks the punk baby look, and digs skeletons and skulls. She is sugar and spice and already a fashion diva obsessed with shoes and style. I dare you not to smile!
In the garden of good and evil
11:48 AMI have about 70 pictures that turned out, which I will eventually post to my Flickr page, but for now I will put a few favorites in this entry. Pictures from my adventure in the garden of good and evil.
Banana Tree
Puff Flower
Cats Whiskers
Rose Garden
Full Circle
11:26 AM
A year ago I began to exhibit the first significant symptoms of the disorder that would radically change my life. By October 23 I was hospitalized for the first time. On December 12 I walked independently for the last time into George Washington University Medical Center in Washington D.C. for another 11 day hospital stay during which I continued to deteriorate and no diagnosis was made. January 6 I was flown home via arrangements made by my home health care nurse in Virginia for what was anticipated to be a 2-3 month recovery period. It was not until May that a doctor began to recognize the severity of all that had happened, and not until September that I received a working diagnosis of progressive spastic paraparesis and paralysis, which is further complicated by my dysautonomia. It has been a long 12 months, full of things I would have never imagined. This has been a detour that I never anticipated nor would have chosen, yet along the way I have encountered some of the most beautiful and amazing aspects of life that I would have missed otherwise.
So it is fitting that right now I am sitting at the airport, having paid the low fee of $8 for the privilege of accessing the internet, awaiting an evening flight back to Virginia. No, it is not to return to my life there as I had expected when I first ventured to Michigan back in January, but it is to visit the second family I have there and to bring some closure to an open ending. One year later, stronger and wiser and forever changed I am returning to the place where this all began and to the incredible people who supported me like a family. They saw me last when I was at my weakest, my sickest, my most fragile and so I am excited to show them that I have fought back against this monster and am strong again, I am redefining what it means to live with a chronic illness, and I am myself despite the setbacks and frustrations. I am reclaiming what this disease tried to take from me, and this time when I leave it will be on my terms and I will have said goodbye. I also plan on visiting again, as I truly found a second family there. But this trip is about some unfinished business I have - some living, some laughing, and some reclaiming of what is rightfully mine. It is about coming around full circle.
So it is fitting that right now I am sitting at the airport, having paid the low fee of $8 for the privilege of accessing the internet, awaiting an evening flight back to Virginia. No, it is not to return to my life there as I had expected when I first ventured to Michigan back in January, but it is to visit the second family I have there and to bring some closure to an open ending. One year later, stronger and wiser and forever changed I am returning to the place where this all began and to the incredible people who supported me like a family. They saw me last when I was at my weakest, my sickest, my most fragile and so I am excited to show them that I have fought back against this monster and am strong again, I am redefining what it means to live with a chronic illness, and I am myself despite the setbacks and frustrations. I am reclaiming what this disease tried to take from me, and this time when I leave it will be on my terms and I will have said goodbye. I also plan on visiting again, as I truly found a second family there. But this trip is about some unfinished business I have - some living, some laughing, and some reclaiming of what is rightfully mine. It is about coming around full circle.
Not a surrender
2:55 PM
This week has already been packed full of activities, more than my normal. Monday I worked with my stepmom canning salsa and applesauce, Tuesday I went swimming and then went on a variety of errands (found shoes that fit over my AFOs, found warmer winter clothes), and today I did a lot of standing as I sorted through more clothes at a charity where my stepmom volunteers and then went out to lunch. What the agenda still held was a dinner out tonight, swimming tomorrow morning, visiting with my niece tomorrow afternoon, packing for my trip, fixing my shoes (I need to add a new hole to the strap so the buckle works), sewing my slippers (long story I will get to another time on adapting), and the normal day to day stuff (dishes, cooking, etc.). My body is very good at giving me warning signs that I am pushing it too hard - I mean huge red flag warning signs. I am very good at ignoring these warning signs and pushing myself until I physically crash and end up very sick because in my mind changing my life to accommodate my illness is the same thing as surrendering to it. Obviously, I repeatedly learn that in the end the illness wins no matter what but I am stubborn. I detest giving it anything, even though when I don't give a little it steals a lot. Today I am making the decision to listen to my body, to see the red flags and respect them. I cancelled dinner and may skip swimming tomorrow morning depending on how I feel when I get up tomorrow. This is not a surrender. This is negotiations, this is a strategic retreat before facing forced defeat. Instead of trying to prove a point that I am in control and not the disease by trying to push beyond it, I will prove that I am in control by working around it and not allowing myself to get to the point where it overtakes me. I just have to remind myself that responding to the warnings of my body and accommodating them is not a surrender to the illness and then I am able to allow myself to make the choices that I need to make to maintain a decent level of functioning. So no white flags flying, but a purple blanket wrapped around me as I take a nice long nap!
And For a Moment I Forgot
10:00 PM
I have adjusted to using a wheelchair, but there are few moments when it does not register to me as something foreign or imposed upon me. While I appreciate greatly the mobility it offers me, I still have so many fresh and often stinging memories of my independent mobility and my love for being in motion on my own. It does not yet feel like a natural part of me, but rather still like a somewhat awkward contraption of metal and vinyl. Today was different. For a few moments I completely forgot that this was not natural, that this was not how my body has always moved, and I felt free and joyful in motion. We had a family lunch today at a nearby restaurant, but we arrived about 10 minutes too early, as our reservations were for just when the restaurant opened. So I was hanging out in my chair in the parking lot with my family, and as I started wheeling towards the more sheltered area of the building to escape the wind (I had decided to wear a skirt - bad planning), I noticed my wheelchair was acting weird. It was almost skipping when I pushed it. Finally I realized my Dad was walking behind me and stepping on my wheel every time I pushed. Without a thought I spun around and began to chase him around the parking lot. I was racing, I was turning, I was weaving in and out of obstacles and laughing hysterically. He tried to escape by darting between my stepmom's truck and a post, thinking I would not make it through, but I navigated without any problems and almost caught up. Then the wind kicked up when I was facing the wrong direction and my skirt flew up into my face. Good news: I had on thick purple tights so nothing was revealed. Bad news:I had on thick purple tights and my skirt flew up in my face. I could not stop laughing and neither could he. Finally I surrendered and spun on my wheels, tossing my tangled mess of windblown curls with as much attitude as I could muster with my laughter and promising revenge. I swear running over his foot when we went into the restaurant WAS an accident, just a happy coincidental accident. But as I chased him and we laughed in the fall wind, I forgot that the wheelchair was foreign to me, I forgot to hate the fact that I "should" be running, I forgot to long for the free movement I used to know and reveled in the freedom and movement that I captured in my chair. I forgot that I am different, that I am dealing with more medical issues that JAMA, that in just one short year my life has radically changed and I lost myself in the sheer joy of the moment. What used to be did not matter and what may happen was not a worry, and for a moment I forgot it all.











