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Brushing your teeth takes 40 minutes when you are disabled.
Just breathe. What’s the hurry. When disability hits hurrying is a thing of the past. My thing is that I had a stroke.
A short cell phone text takes a minimum of 30 minutes. I mean a few words.
I cooked 2 eggs this morning and it took over an hour. It was a crazy hilarious mess, but they were good.
It took an hour to cut an onion. I was gonna cut that asshole! Well, I CUT THAT ONION!
Cutting fingernails and toenails is a huge project!
Doing the dishes is my favorite thing. Tomorrow I am going to try to open a can with a manual can opener.
Come on. Lighten up. It’s a new adventure but life has totally changed. No time for sadness.
I just have to laugh. So how can someone be happy when they can’t walk, talk, or do other shit?
It’s a process and I find this fascinating. I am talking about being disabled. This is a learning curve. Here is what happens:
- You wake up in a hospital. I was in a coma for 2 months. So a moment of surprise. Tubes and stuff everywhere.
- They explain what happened. A dump truck full of information is a lot to take in.
- Wearing some sexy ass diapers it sinks in. I poop hit…
