Planet Tracy: Nice place, very little oxygen.
And so, having thought and mulled and other euphemisms for being smacked in the mug by reality, I have come to the conclusion that some things need to change if I am going to be able to function while sick, since getting sick seems an inevitable part of my future.
I am selling the Vespa. I haven’t driven it since the Incident, and honestly, I don’t feel safe on it anymore. I can’t predict how I’m going to feel from hour to hour and I think my days of riding a two wheeled vehicle around in all weather are over.
I am applying for a program that helps disabled people with household chores and errands.
I am going to renew my Zipcar membership, for those rare times when I need a car. I am already using the King County Metro Access program, which helps people who would have a difficult time using the regular bus, for my medical appointments and dialysis.
I am searching for a cane, but I need to figure out how tall a cane I need to get.
I am going to ask for help more often. I am really not good at that, which is ridiculous because I am surrounded by wonderful people who are more than willing to help me. I’m just stubborn.
My friend, Long Story Longer, dropped by on Sunday and it was awesome to see her. She brought me many presents, which was lovely of her. It’s not necessary to bring loot if you visit, but I do enjoy it when you do.
The flowers are still in my kitchen, on the microwave where I can see them from the couch, where my butt groove lets anyone around know where I spend most of my time. And what I realized when she gave them to me was that I have a dearth of vases in my house. Fortunately, I have a plethora of glasses.
Of course I do. I’m a drunk.
The flowers are pretty.
- NO MORE TALK ABOUT POTATOES! MORE TALK ABOUT POTATOES!
- DESTROYER OF WORLDS
- I really have no patience most of the time.