Thanks to everyone who offered comments, support, and ideas in response to my "Deadline" post. I appreciate not only the support but the connection, the knowledge that someone out there hears and understands where I'm at with this. Quite a few someones, even. It means a lot to me.
Our culture is very big on the fighters, the people who never ever give up. We don't honor the people who work within their limitations, or who take a break from fighting for a while, even if it's obviously the smart or sane thing to do. There's a subtle disbelief people show when faced with someone who really has tried an enormous number of things none of which has worked. (Sometimes I think Americans believe an amputee should be able to grow a new leg by force of will. Failure to do so is some sort of personality flaw. I have my theories about how all this is a big case of denial, but this post is long enough.) I've bought into this attitude more than is healthy.
Not that I'm giving up exactly. I'll still go to physical therapy and to my doctor. I'll do my exercises and my stretches and I'll apply castor oil to my feet (that's the latest, and it's too early to say whether it's helping, so I won't ditch it now).
I'm definitely going to apply for the disabled parking hang-tag. A group of people in the waiting room at physical therapy this morning said the same: "I did that; it helped!" "Oh, DO it, it's what you need right now that counts." One woman offered to get me some information on a chair for cooking -- a lab chair, so it rolls *and* can go up and down (high enough to stir pasta, low enough for getting pans out of the cupboard). I told her I don't cook much, but to be honest, I admit I did bake more a while back. It was thoughtful of her to ask about cooking and offer to get the name of her "godsend" chair. She can walk, some, but she also uses a scooter, and she's had pain in the soles of her feet for ten years. I think I'm glad I'm not waiting for ten years to get the placard.
And enormous thanks to
dizzdvl for offering to send me a swim cap and goggles. I haven't decided between the nearby high school's pool and the Y, but I'll do one or the other. There, you have my word on it: I will swim. Now that I've made a public declaration I'll do it.
Our culture is very big on the fighters, the people who never ever give up. We don't honor the people who work within their limitations, or who take a break from fighting for a while, even if it's obviously the smart or sane thing to do. There's a subtle disbelief people show when faced with someone who really has tried an enormous number of things none of which has worked. (Sometimes I think Americans believe an amputee should be able to grow a new leg by force of will. Failure to do so is some sort of personality flaw. I have my theories about how all this is a big case of denial, but this post is long enough.) I've bought into this attitude more than is healthy.
Not that I'm giving up exactly. I'll still go to physical therapy and to my doctor. I'll do my exercises and my stretches and I'll apply castor oil to my feet (that's the latest, and it's too early to say whether it's helping, so I won't ditch it now).
I'm definitely going to apply for the disabled parking hang-tag. A group of people in the waiting room at physical therapy this morning said the same: "I did that; it helped!" "Oh, DO it, it's what you need right now that counts." One woman offered to get me some information on a chair for cooking -- a lab chair, so it rolls *and* can go up and down (high enough to stir pasta, low enough for getting pans out of the cupboard). I told her I don't cook much, but to be honest, I admit I did bake more a while back. It was thoughtful of her to ask about cooking and offer to get the name of her "godsend" chair. She can walk, some, but she also uses a scooter, and she's had pain in the soles of her feet for ten years. I think I'm glad I'm not waiting for ten years to get the placard.
And enormous thanks to
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:)
When I was first diagnosed with "probable RA," my doctor picked up a pad of forms, filled one out, and handed it to me. It was for a permanent disabled parking placard. I said, "I don't need this." He said, "You will." He was right.
But please note that Rob will be saying, as Casey does, "CJ, I need to go to Fry's . . . want to come?" ;)
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Make that thing bright purple and I might even wear it. ;-)
If I get the hang-tag instead of the plates, I can put it in Rob's car when I'm riding with him, right?
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You can have a hangtag and plates. My car has plates, I carry a hangtag in my purse for riding with Casey or Joe (or you or whoever). If there had been a blue spot at the DMV -- they were all full -- I'd have stuck it in the Saturn today, as it was officially transporting me.
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Wow, I've never seen all blue spots full. It happens though, huh? I suppose the DMV would be one place it'd happen often... everyone going back for their next sixty days of hangtag, if nothing else! :-)
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My grandmother had a placard & a plastic hang-tag. Her disability was one of the invisible ones, (congestive heart disease). My only old beef with my grandmother's use of her placard was parking in a blue spot when one right next to it was also available & would not have made any difference in her walking distance.
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That is a possibility. I do not recall if I ever actually asked her about why she chose one space over the other. I imagine the number of other spaces available & how one is feeling on a particular day may also be factors.
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purple (http://www.traveltrunk.com/store/swimcaps2.htm) and purple (http://www.tlccatalog.org/subcategory/dept-11.html) and you can't live without this (http://www.bubba-b-serious.com/images/swim%20cap.jpg)
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