When I’m on the FES arm cycle at my gym, I have my hands wrapped up in gloves that allow me to go pretty hard sans grip. One morning, while working out ...
Damnit Frank. how many boxes of catheters do you need?
I’ve taken part in so many cripple political protests that I’ve run out of appendages on which to tabulate them.
My post-shower routine is to sit on my clothes hamper, wearing a short nightie while I pull my jeans and braces on, and then transfer into my power chair. One morning...
Relax, maybe no one saw that.
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When I feel the familiar twinge of autonomic dysreflexia shoot through my body like a freezing lightning bolt, I start looking for clues immediately.
"What do you hate more, snow or stairs?"
There are some cripples who can easily get away with appearing not to be crippled at all, at least for a little while. But in the long run, this is always a futile proposition.
"Uncle Frank, take me to the park." "Can't. Legs don't work."