I was talking with someone recently about how they’ve been managing through the pandemic. We’re a year into life being forever altered by COVID-19 and there’s no normalcy. They were thinking about how they felt they were sick for not adapting like someone like myself, and, I channeled some of my media teachings – they weren’t sick. They were healthy. It’s the rest of the world that’s sick! Why try pretending to be like everyone else?
Although I don’t think my own spine disability has directly influenced “The Story,” there are things that I’ve learned about life with limited mobility that can help me write a more informed narrative. Trishna was born with a spinal problem where she uses a wheelchair to get around. My life experiences are different, but what has been informative has been needing to rest frequently, more so now than months ago, because of debilitating spine pain.
I haven’t been able to livestream lately, but I enjoyed myself throughout this stream and others enjoyed their time watching as well. It’s something I have to keep in mind as I do more of these streams that although the art is fun, and although people may come and go, ultimately, if people are enjoying themselves and if I’m enjoying myself, then that’s what’s most important. Not so much of what is drawn or livestreamed.
This is as close to an April Fool’s joke that I usually get – if I notice it’s April 1 and I don’t have a better topic to write about, then I might start off by saying something like this. So I went to the grocery store for the first time in a month to pick up medication and it was too busy for me to pick up any groceries. My left foot was also severely hurting.
Tomorrow, I will do my first grocery store stroll in a month, to pick up some medication that might help me feel better, or at least, help me not feel so terrible all the time. That’s the theory, anyways. The last few times I’ve gone, I’ve used a shopping cart like a walker, and it’s been a pain. I haven’t gone out much lately, so it’s hard to say how it’ll go. Probably not great.
Yesterday, I had wanted to do more today, but today, I woke up three times to incredible pain. Nothing new, nothing exciting. It’s just with each time I wake up like that, I feel less motivated to do much of anything, and I feel like the doors of my reality are closing on me. Each time I wake up with spine pain or numbness, I wonder: Will I ever have a day without significant pain?
I don’t like the idea of “if I told myself eight years ago where I’d be today, what would I think?” because it’s too impractical. I can look back on who I was eight years ago, where I was, and I can say that despite my constant spine pain that has been almost removed after the two injections I received on March 26 2021, I am much happier now. I feel more fulfilled with life. Thanks, sobriety.
Writing “The Story,” along with “Novel 02” will require giving many parts of myself out to the world, as I did with “Novel 01.” Not everyone is interested in that. That’s fine. We shouldn’t try to befriend everyone. What happens, though, if someone insidious gets into our life and begins abusing it? Unless we completely close ourselves out from everyone, it’s bound to happen, so we should do what we can to guard ourselves and our allies.
Spoilers?: Minor [guarding against attacks]
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My pain management doctor told me today the results from last week’s MRI. Although he has been systematically incapable of sparing seconds of his time to give me medical advice, he told me that the results showed swelling in my spine. How swollen, and how I can manage the pain from that swelling, well, that’s impossible information to get from him. Still, I can use events like this to help me tell “The Story” better.
Spoilers?: Minor [exploring Trishna’s disability]
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All told, I think things turned out as well as they could have, after having spicy food knock me down last weekend and being forced to be as inactive as possible while my stomach parsed through the 1-star “non-spicy” spicy food, because it forced me to adapt to non-spinal pain. Once I felt better, although my muscles were weaker, I was in less pain overall, which is good because I’m snowed-in with minimal pain medication.