PHANTOM PAIN is defined many places on the internet.
Phantom pain sensations are described as perceptions that an individual experiences relating to a limb or an organ that is not physically part of the body — Wikipedia
I don’t suffer from PP, but I do have related issues. I’m not sure there’s a name for what I feel but I...
..I quit writing my blogs. It felt weird but I decided to take the summer off. Between my health, the kids, my eye problems, summer plans and trips it was too much to combine my limitations with all I wanted to do. I decided that I had this time to spend with my family, if something happened to me,...
When Peter and I went to school there was no Netflix and Hulu. Xbox and Nintendo DS’s were off in the future. We were killing ourselves for a song on our mix tapes instead of the instant play on Spotify. We had dial up and one computer per house was a luxury.
It’s not hard to understand how it can...
Over winter break I took advantage of my new Groupon addiction at our local bowling alley. I was able to tell the kids to invite a friend to join us, already paid by the fun coupon.
I had suggested Nathaniel invite Luke his best friend but he was already going to be on a trip.
February went by with no posts. They were in my head but because of my eyes and overall laziness with typing they stayed dormant.
I didn’t write about my fortieth birthday, Pete’s fortieth-second went by too. Nathaniel turned 16 (all teenage girls that visit are automatically shot in the ass with a dart of Depo-Provera)(There’s a whole post...
When I started writed in 2006 Peyton had just gotten sick. I blogged to keep friends and family updated, it slowly morphed into a place where I vented about the horror of watching my baby in so much pain, I could honestly talk about the good and bad of the life I found...
I’m pretty sure I’m dying.
I’ve had bronchitis since Christmas, I keep forgetting to take my night meds so my bp is wonky and Web MD said this strange mole is probable pancreatic cancer. So, it’s been real ya’ll.
I can only imagine the lectures brewing right now.
You forget your meds? Are you stupid? Do you want...
Ok, so *I* wasn’t on fire but I started one.
With my wheelchair.
In my kitchen.
We have a gas stove versus electric.
Peter ordered pizza the night before and we carelessly left the cardboard boxes on the burners.
Note: cardboard is really freaking flammable.
Part of my wheelchair experience...
I can’t cut my nails. Fingers or toes, they’re a two-handed job that are beyond me.
So, I go and have a mani/pedi.
Which sounds great, used to be a treat, a moment to pamper myself.
But like anything, when it becomes a necessity some of the joy gets sucked out it.
I really thought about it this week,...