I suffer from short-term remembery loss.
It was entertaining when I first saw Dory in Finding Nemo. It was slightly more amusing when I saw the backstory in Finding Dory.
Now that I live it, it’s hilarious.
Frustrating, yes.
But I can’t change it, so I might as well embrace the humor.
I’m not at all “Ten Second Tom” level (50 First Dates).
Several weeks ago, I mentioned that I was nearly healed from a rather aggressive infection.
So, this is a bit of an update of a few of the items I was hoping to make some traction on:
-a work trip… Done and done.
Yes, we do tend to end up at meals out.
-rebuilding the primer/fuel filter assembly on the truck. Done.
-getting a mount/ledge assembled for my exercise bike. Done.
No idea why, but this particular bike doesn’t have a ledge of any kind on which to rest a book. Now it does.
-actually -using- said exercise bike (I nearly have the strength to do very brief rides). Done; and ongoing.
-rearranging my office. Need to rearrange it every now and again until I find something I like. Done. I rather prefer this particular layout.
-several more complex carpentry projects—think “furniture”, of course.
Eh, there’s the TV stand that I cobbled together from some spare, shop-grade 3/4″ plywood. It was really a “How will I do? What changes will I make? To me? To it?”
-there’s a sailboat in need of being built—to say nothing, of course of the neglected sailboat whose hull needs to be reglassed. Yeah, no traction on either of those.
-wood floors need to be installed in the house. Nor on this.
-oh, and we’ll need to do a bit of house-hunting in a nearby, but much larger city. Yeah, about that: Looking is one thing. The next steps are selecting and making an offer, which can only happen after we do the same with our house.
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.
