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BEING AN INVALID IS HARD.
it's weird, you never think about the things you take for granted until you can't even roll over in bed to get to your phone charger. or getting up to pee is impossible because there's nothing to grab on to for support D: OR YOU CONSIDER GOING A MONTH WITHOUT SHOWERING BECAUSE IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO DO ON YOUR OWN / WITHOUT FEAR OF MORTAL PERIL. or everyone around you insists on doing everything for you, like it's maybe your arms or your brain that's been injured.
to be fair, everyone's been lovely. it's just frustrating. but the most frustrating thing is that i slipped and fell chasing a dog in the kitchen. WHO DOES THAT? i didn't even feel the impact on my toe. i wouldn't even have known it was broken if i hadn't looked down at my feet while i was walking out of the kitchen, and my toe was bent at such a weird angle i knew it was fucked /o\
it's been maybe fifteen years since i broke my finger, so maybe i'm destined to break a bone every fifteen years, idk. I HOPE NOT. or - if it comes to it, i hope i break something irrelevant to mobility the next time!!
the only upside to all this is that i now have a laundry list of ideas for elder-proofing which i plan to implement in my home in like thirty five years.
it's weird, you never think about the things you take for granted until you can't even roll over in bed to get to your phone charger. or getting up to pee is impossible because there's nothing to grab on to for support D: OR YOU CONSIDER GOING A MONTH WITHOUT SHOWERING BECAUSE IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO DO ON YOUR OWN / WITHOUT FEAR OF MORTAL PERIL. or everyone around you insists on doing everything for you, like it's maybe your arms or your brain that's been injured.
to be fair, everyone's been lovely. it's just frustrating. but the most frustrating thing is that i slipped and fell chasing a dog in the kitchen. WHO DOES THAT? i didn't even feel the impact on my toe. i wouldn't even have known it was broken if i hadn't looked down at my feet while i was walking out of the kitchen, and my toe was bent at such a weird angle i knew it was fucked /o\
it's been maybe fifteen years since i broke my finger, so maybe i'm destined to break a bone every fifteen years, idk. I HOPE NOT. or - if it comes to it, i hope i break something irrelevant to mobility the next time!!
the only upside to all this is that i now have a laundry list of ideas for elder-proofing which i plan to implement in my home in like thirty five years.