Hello Fellow Travelers!
I saw an important documentary of corruption and social injustice in our Court system and it was on Netflix ("The Making of a Murderer") so I was going to rant about how that dude was framed! And "Netflix" is free! Then, this happened: I fell down, hard. I actually split my lip open. There was a little blood but mostly there was a puffy lip!
My primary handicap, my biggest physical challenge, is vertigo. I awoke from anesthesia in 2001 with no balance and I still fall over constantly. I'm a table with three legs, an engine without a distributor cap, get it?
Vertigo impacts everything else; it's impaired my vision, my ability to speak (I can't), and my inability to write anything by hand (I really can't) Most importantly. vertigo, this constant sensation that the earth is falling away, has rendered me incapable of standing and walking.
When I stand up, there's a fairly good chance I'll fall down. The PS has the best solution, "Don't!" OK, I'll bear that in mind..
(Don't you just hate it when someone goes all technical on you?)
Surrounded, nay, overwhelmed, by this level of empathy how can I not develop new brain connections? I mean, this is the same dude who puts bandaids on his chest before running just because it cracks me up!
That's love, people, post-cancerous tumor l-o-v-e! Put a friggin' bow on it!
It's something, anyway, what did you expect?
A puffy lip doesn't come anywhere near to asking my only question so I won't even ask it!
I am mindful of the passage of time and that every tumble, every self-inflicted injury, takes a little more out of me, brings me just a little faster to the end of this journey.
I'll therefore take the PS' less-than-sage admonition and try not to. Fall.
Puffy lip? People pay money for puffy lips!
I saw an important documentary of corruption and social injustice in our Court system and it was on Netflix ("The Making of a Murderer") so I was going to rant about how that dude was framed! And "Netflix" is free! Then, this happened: I fell down, hard. I actually split my lip open. There was a little blood but mostly there was a puffy lip!
My primary handicap, my biggest physical challenge, is vertigo. I awoke from anesthesia in 2001 with no balance and I still fall over constantly. I'm a table with three legs, an engine without a distributor cap, get it?
Vertigo impacts everything else; it's impaired my vision, my ability to speak (I can't), and my inability to write anything by hand (I really can't) Most importantly. vertigo, this constant sensation that the earth is falling away, has rendered me incapable of standing and walking.
When I stand up, there's a fairly good chance I'll fall down. The PS has the best solution, "Don't!" OK, I'll bear that in mind..
(Don't you just hate it when someone goes all technical on you?)
Surrounded, nay, overwhelmed, by this level of empathy how can I not develop new brain connections? I mean, this is the same dude who puts bandaids on his chest before running just because it cracks me up!
That's love, people, post-cancerous tumor l-o-v-e! Put a friggin' bow on it!
It's something, anyway, what did you expect?
A puffy lip doesn't come anywhere near to asking my only question so I won't even ask it!
I am mindful of the passage of time and that every tumble, every self-inflicted injury, takes a little more out of me, brings me just a little faster to the end of this journey.
I'll therefore take the PS' less-than-sage admonition and try not to. Fall.
Puffy lip? People pay money for puffy lips!
Vertigo means Alfred Hitchcock's classic fear of heights to many of us, but to someone falling just a few feet, like an ice skater trying a double jump, the nature of the landing is the issue - ice is like concrete sometimes. My lame attempts to just stand on ice skates gave me vertigo last weekend at Tahoe, my legs seemed pretty uncooperative! And slipping on those fast skates can give amazing initial acceleration to the fall!
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