Hello Fellow Travelers!
Another week has come and gone and I'm becoming more impatient to get moving and get out of my own head. I have always preferred standing to sitting, walking to riding, pedaling rather than driving. So being unable to walk, is probably the nastiest condition to deal with, for me. I have every confidence that I just have to try the right solution, and I'll be running all over the place! In the meantime, sometimes I get "parked" places, which is both surreal and hilarious!
For instance, one thing my PS (Patient Spouse) does routinely is practice his guitar, which I generally adore. He was on a Beatles tear until recently when he rediscovered his electric axe and the guitar solos of one Mr. Edward Van Halen. The timeless classics of Lennon & McCartney can be replayed endlessly on an acoustic guitar. Electric guitar and Van Halen? - not so much. VH is loud, in your face and very 80's.
As a 3P (perpetually parked person) I'm used to withstanding all manner of audio/visual input. I don't like VH the same way "Sam-I-Am" didn't care for the colored eggs and pork. I don't care what decade it was or which lead singer they were on, I don't ever need to hear Van Halen again! So imagine how much I was loving life when I heard the electric intro to "Eruption" over and over!
When you're unable to walk, you're stuck! You're virtually a potted plant. A complaining potted plant, but a plant nonetheless. Once you're "parked", you're really parked. Being eye level to everyone's rear is bad enough. So is wearing a wheelchair! I don't need to be subjected to noise ala "Clockwork Orange" - I have more than enough to deal with!
I beat brain cancer just so I could see David Lee Roth run all over a stage in Spandex? I can't.
Another week has come and gone and I'm becoming more impatient to get moving and get out of my own head. I have always preferred standing to sitting, walking to riding, pedaling rather than driving. So being unable to walk, is probably the nastiest condition to deal with, for me. I have every confidence that I just have to try the right solution, and I'll be running all over the place! In the meantime, sometimes I get "parked" places, which is both surreal and hilarious!
For instance, one thing my PS (Patient Spouse) does routinely is practice his guitar, which I generally adore. He was on a Beatles tear until recently when he rediscovered his electric axe and the guitar solos of one Mr. Edward Van Halen. The timeless classics of Lennon & McCartney can be replayed endlessly on an acoustic guitar. Electric guitar and Van Halen? - not so much. VH is loud, in your face and very 80's.
As a 3P (perpetually parked person) I'm used to withstanding all manner of audio/visual input. I don't like VH the same way "Sam-I-Am" didn't care for the colored eggs and pork. I don't care what decade it was or which lead singer they were on, I don't ever need to hear Van Halen again! So imagine how much I was loving life when I heard the electric intro to "Eruption" over and over!
When you're unable to walk, you're stuck! You're virtually a potted plant. A complaining potted plant, but a plant nonetheless. Once you're "parked", you're really parked. Being eye level to everyone's rear is bad enough. So is wearing a wheelchair! I don't need to be subjected to noise ala "Clockwork Orange" - I have more than enough to deal with!
I beat brain cancer just so I could see David Lee Roth run all over a stage in Spandex? I can't.
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