Make My Day

I have lived happily, independently, and triumphantly from my chariot (wheelchair) for thirty-six years now. I have worked as a speech and language pathologist with special children, dabbled in interior design, designed and built my wonderfully accessible home, hosted a multitude of international exchange students (You can read about them in the “Bless This Home” chapter of my book, Views From My Chariot: A Wheelchair Oddity http://booklocker.com/books/6235.html.), counseled teens and young women in a life coach capacity (as well as boosting their self-confidence through make-over workshops), ran an antiques home gallery, and design(ed) jewelry.

When it comes to entertainment, beauty, and joy, I’m not a high-maintenance kind-of-girl. I am entertained by a good book, an old movie, or stimulating conversation. I find beauty in the simple things, like nature’s seasonal raiment, and sunshine. Living a blessed life brings me joy. But, I’m not going to lie: some days, it sucks living with a disability.

Routinely, the first delight of my day begins by feeding and loving on my 3 cats. Everyone is hungry, wants to play, be brushed, and have one-on-one time.

Once satisfied, the boys–Fred Astaire and Laptop–scamper onto the screened-in porch to relish nature’s activities. Before hitting the office to write and research, or whatever else is on the day’s agenda, I have my espresso and spend more time with Ciati, my only female feline.

Then, there are the occasional days that my body rebels from wrongly used and over-worked muscles. Because I overcompensate, I tend to tense the trapezius muscle in my upper back and my arm’s biceps brachii. This causes painful knots to develop in these muscles. It’s the biceps brachii I misuse to balance, transfer, dress, lift and pour, and type—not their normal uses. Once I realize my overuse, it takes a good three days to heal before I can painlessly use them again.

On such a day this week, a monstrous house spider (Sorry, God. I do not, not, NOT like spiders.) blatantly crept into my kitchen.

I’m OCD about spiders. I know that they are uninvited pests in everyone’s home. I’m fine if I don’t see one; out-of-sight, out-of-mind. But when I do see one, I don’t allow it out of my sight until I have read its rights…or, let me just say, “The last thing on its mind is reading material.”

With focused contempt, I scanned the room for a book or magazine to drop on it, which is exactly what I did. SPLAT!

Whether with a bow-and-arrow, shotgun, handgun, or horseshoes, I was an excellent shot. I may not manually hold any of the above anymore, but I can still  judge speed and distance.

It requires skill and strategy to heave the written word in such a way that it lands horizontally on a scurrying target. This takes the printing “press” to a whole ‘nother level. Don’t you agree?

Even though I wasn’t up to par, and that spider stealthily deliberated its exodus, I assuredly dared, with squinted eyes and a frown, “Make my day.”

It did!

I felt much better.

 

2 thoughts on “Make My Day

  1. I enjoyed reading about your life aboard your chariot. It was easy to relate to your feelings, both the physical and the emotional. I, too, take joy in the simple things. And yes, it’s true–some days it sucks living with a disability. Ultimately though, I know that things could be so much worse! I know, too, that God still has work for me to do. So, I’m thankful and I try to watch out for my next assignment. We must continue on!

    • I know you know!
      Sometimes, it’s in the painful “assignments” that the doubting Thomases are proven wrong when He sees us through, over or beyond to healing 🙂
      I believe!!

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