and absolutely real.

how I Lost My Health Insurance at the Hairdresser's

This does happen. If you've ever been touched by a chronic illness, you already know how close you are to this.


Thanks to amenquohi for the heads-up.

katmoonshaker has a great design available at her CafePress site.



There are a number of people I know who could use this. :)


For the visually impaired: Picture shows a button with the slogan "Will Trade: Invisibly disabled details for polite empathy."

On the origin of mermaids:
"So did an ape and a fish get together, have a couple of drinks and it just went on from there?"

(snirched from lady_autumnstar)

Rob Thomas' wife has lupus, so he knows how hard it can be for a caregiver to watch a person they love suffering when there's nothing that can be done to make it better. I've had nights like this.

How ironic is it that the day I drop an old bike off to be refurbed is the day I find out I'll need a knee replaced?

My daughter's favorite substitute teacher was just arrested for child molestation.
http://www.gainesvilletimes.com/news/article/20684/

0.o

Well, I got the garage door closed. Now the top panel is off the track. At least it's not an open invitation to thieves (and there are enough teens around here that petty theft is a genuine concern), so it will last until I can co-opt some friends for the weekend.

I'm just so, so tired right now. I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this. It gets harder to get out of bed every morning. I'm so scared that one day I'm just not going to wake up. There's so much wrong with my body right now. This newest diagnosis means I may not be able to get the treatment I need to stop the bone fusion from getting worse--I won't know one way or the other until Friday at the earliest. I'm scared. I just want to rest for a while.

You know how there are times when you absolutely need someone stronger around the house?

My garage door is open, stuck about 1/4 way down. I've been trying to fix it, and I just can't do it. I've been trying and trying and I just can't fix the damn thing. Plus there's some stuff that we need to leave the house to do tonight, so anyone walking by will be able to walk off with anything in the garage--and there's a lot of stuff in the garage.

I think I'm going to go cry for a bit.

I decided that since kids are so fascinated by the cane anyway, I might as well have some fun with it.

Isana Steek

Meet Isana. Isana Steek. *ducks and runs for cover*

Something that most people don't think about--I know I didn't before this whole physical mess--is that a cane (or wheelchair or any other assistive device) isn't just an object. It's an extension of the person using it.

So, when you snatch your child's hand away from my cane and promptly slather it with sanitizer while saying "You don't know where that thing has been" you aren't just referring to the cane. You're also referring to the person using it.

If my voice were working, I'd have asked to borrow the sanitizer. After all, I have no idea where that baby had been, and he'd been intent on feeling up my stick. Ew.

Conversation in the living room:

Ro: Am I going to be on top or bottom this time?
Kyle: Bottom.
Ro: But I hate to be on the bottom!
Kyle: Ok, you can have the top.


My kids do love their MarioKart...

Ro was just carrying the vacuum back to her room, and Guinness started barking at it. Ro said "Is it an evil vacuum bent on destroying all puppykind?"

For those who've read Strip, how well do you think it would translate into a graphic novel?

Would those of you who are in the DC area and regularly ride the Metro mind checking in? Just a quick post on your LJ or something? I'd like to know none of you were on the Red Line tonight.

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY

musicwolf's turning out to be a pretty good dad. :) He may not be here every day, but even when he's on the far side of the world he calls as often as he can.

My dad passed in 2002. He's always been the yardstick I use to measure men--and so far, I haven't met his equal.

Well, I've been planning to go to Dragon*Con. Even went in on a dealer's table with reannon and others so I could pimp my book. Thing is, I'm physically not up to it. I might be ok getting through it if I were in an electric chair, but I certainly can't handle it on foot, and the only wheelchair I have access to is the old-fashioned kind. The thought of trying to maneuver a manual wheelchair through the D*C crowd by myself is enough to give me the heebie-jeebies. Add in that the fatigue is bad enough that cleaning out my fridge makes me take a four-hour nap, and there's just no way.

I hate facing this. I hate that my body is so messed up that I can't go to a con I've loved for decades. I hate that I don't want my friends to see me like this.

reannon, keep the table fee. I know you need it.

The historic Georgia Theater in Athens burned down this morning. :(

Honey, I really think we need to get one of these. The kids are growing up too normal right now.