I agreed to get back out on the water with friends last summer on a hot September day. It was good, but I was stuck in one place since the boat was not made for a wheelchair...
"Stick. Rock. Glass." "You don't need to point out every obstacle. I've been on a sidewalk before."
I spent a month planning what to say at my high school graduation. Public speaking freaked me out.
"Hey Frank, you coming to the protest?" "Those sons of bitches. What are we protesting?"
Socialism is what gets me out of bed every day. If getting me out of bed was left up to the greedy pigs, I’d have no choice but to check into one of the nursing home chains they own, without possibility of parole.
When I was first injured back in the mid-2000s, I did not have enough finger dexterity to dial my cell phone well. Instead, I used a Motorola phone that allowed me to make calls by saying “abracadabra.” It was a lot like summoning Siri, only it kept mistakenly activating phone calls.
"There's a new kid at school and his dad is just like you."
"Hey Frank, You wanna sponsor me? I'm rolling in a 5k."
No one is ever ready for an unexpected trip to the ER, and as it happens, I ended up needing to head to the hospital after midnight one evening. I didn’t have time to bother getting dressed ...
So in cold weather I was spending an increasing amount of time hiding indoors. And I’m really susceptible to cabin fever, so that sucked big-time. Then I’d give myself the old blower pep talk.