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I'm almost done with my Halloween costume. And when I say "I," I mean "my mom and dad have done most of the work for me because I can't think clearly most of the time." I was sitting downstairs, just staring at some of the pieces I was going to make my brass goggles out of for at least five minutes. I didn't do anything because I was concentrating way too hard on trying to remember what it is I was going to do at that moment. It's pretty pitiful how little I can do sometimes, especially when I was with it enough earlier today to go to the doctor, drop off & pick up dry cleaning, and go buy a canteen.
Had I felt well enough earlier this month, the entire costume would already have been done. But, that's not really something I can control; just another frustrating aspect of being disabled. Yes, I'm disabled, Social Security people, because quite often I feel so bad that I can't perform any task that isn't ingrained in my "muscle memory" without serious, exhaustive thought.
Had I felt well enough earlier this month, the entire costume would already have been done. But, that's not really something I can control; just another frustrating aspect of being disabled. Yes, I'm disabled, Social Security people, because quite often I feel so bad that I can't perform any task that isn't ingrained in my "muscle memory" without serious, exhaustive thought.