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My walker wakes my boyfriend up when I go to pee.
I am quietly writing right now. Just trying to make extra flow but had to pee.
So I very quietly took a firm grip on my walker, stood up, and walked to the potty as quietly as I could. He flipped over. He has told me that I am a burden, I cried a lot. When you are disabled, you know.
But it’s like rubbing your dog’s face in their pee inside, spanking them, and throwing them outside.
I have not been out of the house since August. It is December 22, and the last time I showered was in October. He got angry.
My goal is to be able to support myself, so don't call the government. I will pay off my house in 644 days. I will be OK.
But damn. I know that my speech is annoyingly hard to understand, so I rarely speak. My speech is slow, so Matt gets frustrated. I get frustrated hearing myself.
When I do speak to other people think that I am stupid. The part of my brain that controls my speech is jacked right now. The general rule for speech giving is 100 to 200 words per minute. With this in mind, a 10-minute speech would require 1,000 to 2,000 words.
We think thousands a minute. So some of it is crap is about brain recovery, but I like my legs.
