The cripples among us

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  • Mom: Do you take your walker outside?
  • Me: Nope.
  • Mom: Then why do you have it?
  • Me: .......to help me WALK.
annimaarit:

April
"April was too lonely a month to spend alone. In April, everyone around me looked happy. People would throw their coats off and enjoy each other’s company in the sunshine—talking, playing catch, holding hands. But I was always by myself."
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

annimaarit:

April

"April was too lonely a month to spend alone. In April, everyone around me looked happy. People would throw their coats off and enjoy each other’s company in the sunshine—talking, playing catch, holding hands. But I was always by myself."

— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

chronicallypainful:

[image: a photo of a chair with various books and school supplies piled around it.  Various elements are labeled with numbers, as described below.]
So, I took this picture while studying last week in the thought that I would make a quick post about my study space.  That didn’t happen, but I wanted to go ahead and share now that I’m done with the current school crunch.
The labeled elements are as follows:
1: battery-powered reading light
2: IMAK book stand, currently holding a binder of notes
3: weighted lap pad
4: my super-comfy glider rocker chair
5: clipboard with paper for scratch calculations
6: water bottle
7: ginger tea in a spill-resistant cup
8: post-it tabs for marking important points in book/notes
9: pen with hair curler grip
10: more notes
11: textbooks
12: pencil case with extra school supplies
13: neck pillow
14: heating pads (microwavable)
So, these are my spoonie study essentials all within reach from my chair!

chronicallypainful:

[image: a photo of a chair with various books and school supplies piled around it.  Various elements are labeled with numbers, as described below.]

So, I took this picture while studying last week in the thought that I would make a quick post about my study space.  That didn’t happen, but I wanted to go ahead and share now that I’m done with the current school crunch.

The labeled elements are as follows:

1: battery-powered reading light

2: IMAK book stand, currently holding a binder of notes

3: weighted lap pad

4: my super-comfy glider rocker chair

5: clipboard with paper for scratch calculations

6: water bottle

7: ginger tea in a spill-resistant cup

8: post-it tabs for marking important points in book/notes

9: pen with hair curler grip

10: more notes

11: textbooks

12: pencil case with extra school supplies

13: neck pillow

14: heating pads (microwavable)

So, these are my spoonie study essentials all within reach from my chair!

Day 7

I think. I can’t really keep track of time, all I know is that it’s Saturday. I’ve been battling this cursed kidney infection for somewhere around a week and let me tell you, it is one perverse, lugubrious and stifling way of existing. 

On one of the days that I was too sick to get out of bed I missed my pills, which means I skipped a birth control pill, so now that the kidney throbbing has lowered itself to more of a Smooth Jazz tremble, my uterus is throwing up some hard core vibrations of its own.

Will….This…End…Soon…Please?

My god, I literally can’t even think about school right now. I’m about to hit 3 weeks of not going in, not doing any homework, nothing. And this shit ends soon.

THE LAST SEMESTER OF MY LINGUISTICS SHIT

And I’ve been homebound for nearly 3 weeks.

Is the universe getting that chuckle it has been seeking out? Can I please get a fucking break now?

The other kids are taking this time to trim and preen their thesis. I’m just sitting here rotting on my fucking beige couch like some sad 90’s housewife. Yes I have weed, yes it is helping my anger. But only to a certain point. You can’t medicate all your frustrations, they mount themselves and carry on around you no matter how much you smoke and how many trashy movies you watch.

You just have to make it to the other side. I keep telling everyone “meh, this isn’t my first rodeo” as if it doesn’t bother me at all to be this sick.

And my family is as oblivious as ever. Two nights ago mom texted me asking if I wanted to come over for fish tacos. Which is utterly ridiculous, I’ve only just started back on solid foods, mostly little bits of white rice here and there.

I told her I was too sick. So last night she ups the anti..

"Want to come over for some Ethiopian?"

Yeah mom, lets do something SPICY…REALLY SPICY…That will help burn out the remainder of my sinuses when I vomit it up later. Thanks.

cherrispryte:

penguinperversion:

mlloydart:

Chalk Art by David Zinn

I love this.

The world is in need of more beautiful weirdness like this.

juliayusupov:

UNDERPASSING 2

juliayusupov:

UNDERPASSING 2

bedtimebreakfast:

because your never where you want be 

bedtimebreakfast:

because your never where you want be 

My blood is alive with many voices
telling me I am made of longing.

- Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Book Of Hours (via violentwavesofemotion)

Doctors still make good money

Look at the chart on the left side where it shows the percentage increase in incomes, and then look at Rheumatologists….15%, one of the biggest jumps of all of them. I wonder if biologics had anything to do with that.

(Source: mywhisperedcolors)