Shadow of the Colossus
Yep, cats are exactly like that.
I refuse to think of myself as “handicapped” — nor any other variant of the word. (handi-capable? differently-abled?)
Yes, I now use a cane every now and again — and with a regularity and at times that most people likely wouldn’t comprehend. Yes, I’m still finding a way to work with the limitations that were foisted upon me in January.
Until…
Until, with a modicum of tenaciousness, I return to running, and cycling, and motorcycling, and driving, and all of the other independent personal freedoms I once enjoyed.
Handicapped?
By some interpretations, currently, perhaps.
But not for long.
Nearly. From the infection, that is. Here we are, September, and I’ve a couple things on my To Do list, that I’m hoping to have done soon:
-a work trip… once this bloody PICC line is removed, of course.
-rebuilding the primer/fuel filter assembly on the truck.
-getting a mount/ledge assembled for my exercise bike.
-actually -using- said exercise bike (I nearly have the strength to do very brief rides).
-rearranging my office. Need to rearrange it every now and again until I find something I like.
-several more complex carpentry projects—think “furniture”, of course.
-there’s a sailboat in need of being built—to say nothing, of course of the neglected sailboat whose hull needs to be reglassed.
-wood floors need to be installed in the house.
-oh, and we’ll need to do a bit of house-hunting in a nearby, but much larger city.
Rather embarrassingly, I’ve also picked up a cane — yes, really — to help me out a bit with balance in those somewhat unfamiliar areas or when I become mentally fatigued. Though few things are quite as entertaining as a middle-aged guy wearing a jogging shirt (and who actually jogs every now and again) but carries around a cane. People’s heads become somewhat explodey whilst they try to do the mental gymnastics.