(dignity) compromising positions
Do y'all able-bodied folk ever find yourselves in physically embarrassing positions that you can't easily get out of, or is it just a gimpy thing? Or just a Kelley thing? I suppose that's entirely possible, too... :)
I was just trying to get a shirt out of my suitcase to wear to bed. The suitcase is on the floor, and I had a small pile of clothes in varying states of cleanliness on top of the suitcase. I didn't feel like moving the clothes on top, so I kind of bent over and leaned on the short little armchair against the wall (like one of those ones made for a kid, I guess) so I could better reach inside the suitcase. (I can't squat or anything with my leg braces on, and I wasn't ready to take them off yet.)
Well, I ended up semi-losing my balance. Due to the weight of the clothes on top, the shirt inside was kind of stuck. Most of my weight shifted to my chest, which was leaning on the arm of the tiny chair; and to my head, pressed against the wall; and my feet started sliding out behind me. Finally, I got the shirt out of the suitcase, but I still had to stand up. And that involved me doing a little weird maneuvering to get my feet back into a position such that I could bear weight on them. My ass was up in the air, and to top it all off, I had no shirt on. No bra, either. Nothing. Free-boobin' it.
It's a good thing this was in the middle of the night and that, even if it were daytime, the people here don't generally barge into the room unannounced. Because that would have been an interesting position to be discovered in. :)
(This scenario may be hard to visualize, since you all can't actually see the room, and also because you don't know how my body works unless you've seen me in person--sometimes even then it's hard to discern, and sometimes even *I* don't really know how my body is going to work, haha--but I found it amusing anyway.)
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Also today, I've been having lots of weird experiences that I'm not sure how to describe except to say that they make me feel like I'm not really in my body. Like, I'll be looking in a mirror or otherwise surveying my physical self, and it just seems bizarre to me that this consciousness has this face and is here and is looking through these eyes. I get that way every so often. I don't really mind it, it's just weird.
Anyway, time now for chilling out to Zero 7 and (eventually) sleeping, because the two of them go together like peas and carrots.
I was just trying to get a shirt out of my suitcase to wear to bed. The suitcase is on the floor, and I had a small pile of clothes in varying states of cleanliness on top of the suitcase. I didn't feel like moving the clothes on top, so I kind of bent over and leaned on the short little armchair against the wall (like one of those ones made for a kid, I guess) so I could better reach inside the suitcase. (I can't squat or anything with my leg braces on, and I wasn't ready to take them off yet.)
Well, I ended up semi-losing my balance. Due to the weight of the clothes on top, the shirt inside was kind of stuck. Most of my weight shifted to my chest, which was leaning on the arm of the tiny chair; and to my head, pressed against the wall; and my feet started sliding out behind me. Finally, I got the shirt out of the suitcase, but I still had to stand up. And that involved me doing a little weird maneuvering to get my feet back into a position such that I could bear weight on them. My ass was up in the air, and to top it all off, I had no shirt on. No bra, either. Nothing. Free-boobin' it.
It's a good thing this was in the middle of the night and that, even if it were daytime, the people here don't generally barge into the room unannounced. Because that would have been an interesting position to be discovered in. :)
(This scenario may be hard to visualize, since you all can't actually see the room, and also because you don't know how my body works unless you've seen me in person--sometimes even then it's hard to discern, and sometimes even *I* don't really know how my body is going to work, haha--but I found it amusing anyway.)
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Also today, I've been having lots of weird experiences that I'm not sure how to describe except to say that they make me feel like I'm not really in my body. Like, I'll be looking in a mirror or otherwise surveying my physical self, and it just seems bizarre to me that this consciousness has this face and is here and is looking through these eyes. I get that way every so often. I don't really mind it, it's just weird.
Anyway, time now for chilling out to Zero 7 and (eventually) sleeping, because the two of them go together like peas and carrots.