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Musings from a Wheelchair

 

Musings from a Wheelchair

 I am a stalk

Rootless in space

My stem a sickled streak of circumstance

I have burrowed deep in the muddy waters of pride

And it has kept me

Covered

Now I rise

Rocked forwards on the wheels of

Opportunity

Which is what we call things we don’t want to do

Yet I ride

And rock

And receive

The world as I have not seen it through mud and caustic subterfuge

With the sun on my cheeks

And the wind on my back

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Big Wheel Keep On Turning”

Big Wheel Keep On Turning”

 Today’s Words of Wisdom:

“Change does not roll in on the wheels of inevitability, but comes through continuous struggle.”

~Martin Luther King Jr.

 The Foda’s Take: Oh, good. So I must be doing something right!

 So, fall is fast approaching, and due to my current sloth-like level of function, I’m once more unable to return to work. (Both Mandalf and I are teachers by day and writers by night.) Now for those of you who teach, you know the most stressful time of the year is by far the beginning. And given what’s been happening with me lately, there’s already a lot of stress to go ‘round. Mandalf’s solution? Welp, he’s decided to combat the craziness by learning how to ride a motorcycle. (There may be some other reasons at play here. Like the fact that we’ve been forced to live lives far beyond our young years. Which makes a premature mid-life crisis totally understandable, don’t you agree?)

Now, I know what you’re thinking. But Foda, you can barely walk, and he’s getting a motorcycle?! Well that seems unfair! But don’t cry for me, Argentina. I’m getting a new set of wheels too. No, no, not a blue mini cooper with white racing stripes. (Only car I’ve ever lusted after. Probably because it’s the only car besides a Jeep Wrangler I can recognize on sight. I don’t exactly speak car. Meaning you need to point to one and say “That one over there. No, the black one.The big black one. The big black one next to the small silver one. Yes. That one.” Otherwise I will give you a blank look and you will judge me and I will guilt-trip you for that.) But I digress.

So this week I’m getting a wheelchair. And while I was resistant for a long time, now I’m finally accepting how many doors this may open for me. Like going outside. Having picnics. Enjoying the sunshine. Pretending I’m on an Alaskan dogsled and yelling for Mandalf to “MUSH!!!”

Hey. Don’t give me that look. He’s a strong man. And this is real-life resistance training, people. I am doing him a favor. 

Now I’m not going to lie. I’m going to feel self-conscious. It’s going to be hard. I still can’t believe I’ve been this sick for this long at this age, especially with a full diagnosis and a world expert for my doctor. But I’m wondering if it will be better being in the chair than seeing the looks I get when I try to walk. (Which makes me look, as I love to say, like an arthritic baby ostrich.)

So this month, Mandalf gets a motorcycle and I get a wheelchair. Not exaaaaaaactly the same thing, but I will be putting on my leather jacket and old cycling fingerless gloves when we cruise around. And it will be awesome.

Off to See if Mandalf Will Help Me Make Donuts in the Parking Lot,

The Foda