I’ve been ‘disabled’ since I was age 12. Legg Calve’ Perthes disease destroyed the cartilage and bone in my right hip, and was starting to attack my other hip and both knees. After much failed experimentation, ‘they’ were able to stop the advancement. ‘They’ decided the best course of action was to cast me, fusing my right leg at the hip. In 1966.
So my right leg is substantially shorter than my left, and fused at the hip.
I’ve lived my life this way. I’m used to it.
And, anyway, a hip replacement is elective and expensive.
In spite of this (in my youth), I ran, played, jogged, walked, took Kenpo karate, lifted weights…all manner of things!
Sadly, this disability kept me from joining the military or becoming a cop. Childhood dreams dashed.
But, in spite of my limitations, I never felt, well, disabled.
Yes, sometimes ‘it’ got in the way (like needing leg room to drive – straight leg, and all), but it never kept me from most things. I usually avoided wearing ‘Ed Sullivan-the really big shoe’* when I was younger, because I thought it made me look crippled. Which I was.
And I rarely felt sorry for myself. Well, sometimes.
But Life brought the addition of a serious car accident, diabetes and lymphoma, all potentially more lethal.
And Diffuse Type B Cell Lymphoma is listed as the ‘official’ reason for my Social Security Disability Income.
As of age 58.
And I am still here, now approaching age 64. Wearing ‘Ed’ more often.
My roommate J. has been having her own health issues for many years. They needn’t be enumerated here. Surgery pending on some. Suffice it to say we don’t get to gun shows much, anymore. Too much walking.
But she never asked for one of those disabled mirror hangers! I obtained one a while back, and we kept in in her car, as she does most of the driving, her car being in better shape then mine.
She finally remembered to ask her primary care doc for the form to get one! And got hers!
This meant I got to have and use mine for the first time the other day!
It’s official – I’m a gimp!
…or at least equal opportunity for yuck!
I’m speaking about equal opportunity for MEN here.
I’ve been taking out the trash and the garbage my entire life! Or, at least since I was able to walk, lift and receive an allowance.
My sister? Nope. And SHE, too, received an allowance.
Why the disparity? I AM MALE!
Don’t you know – IT’S THE JOB OF THE MAN (OR BOY) TO TAKE OUT THE TRASH!
How do we know this? Every woman – starting with my Mother and stepmother – said so!
And subsequent girlfriends and even the (now ex) wife!
And currently my female roommate!
WHAT’S UP WITH THAT?
Everyone in the house makes trash and garbage. I don’t mind sharing the duty necessary to get it to the dumpster. But, when did it become solely the purview of the MALE?
I tried the argument that if there were gender-specific jobs that she should take care of the house and make the meals and do the wash.
That didn’t go over so well…
And I also received the counter-argument that they had to suffer childbirth and other things feminine. As if I created women to be that way!
It’s an argument with a woman.
Men lose, automatically.
That bastard CANCER!
I’ve a number of friends on and off the Internet who have had it.
Some have survived; some not-so-much. 😦
I’ve had it twice.
Earlier this year, my dear friend Bob Hall was taken by it. Brigid’s brother by the same variety as Bob over a year ago.
We found out last week that Tom Lindsay of Fill Yer Hands is battling it.
My roomie’s ex (who remains a friend of hers and father to their daughter) has had a tumor in his sinuses removed, and a bladder tumor.
We found out yesterday another bladder tumor has appeared, and he is scheduled for yet another surgery!
In keeping with the bizarre tradition around here, many of my friends happen to be named Bob or Dave. His name is David.
Please keep a good thought for him, and pray, if that’s what you do.
He’s a good guy. and another gunnie.
Some of you may remember I often wear a built-up shoe, due to my leg disability. ( AKA ‘Ed’ – the really big shoe!)
And I wear ‘diabetic’ socks (because I’m diabetic) and use a ‘sock thingy‘ to put them on (because some ‘normal’ body bending is prohibited.
In recent years, because of my various limitations, I’ve discovered I prefer the use of a raised toilet seat. When it is necessary for me to, uh, sit.
I had one at the old house, but it was made for a round toilet. J’s home has the elongated model toilet. So, when I moved in here, it was necessary to purchase a properly-sized version. Which I did, at a pharmacy in East Phoenix.
Time has passed, as has much bathroom use. And, in spite of repeated attempts to keep the new device clean and sanitary, it has become worn and not-so-much. (I know – TMI!)
It became time to purchase a new version.
Of course, this is not as easy as it sounds!
First, a visit to the many (five) local drug stores didn’t work. Either they only stocked the round models, or none at all.
AHA! How about Amazon or Ebay? The purveyors of all things via shipping to one’s home? Numerous choices, brands, models and prices abounded. Some marked ‘may fit some elongated seats’, others round only. And some cleverly worded to advise they fit the round models, but may fit some elongated with some modification. Further research was required.
And the current seat wasn’t getting any cleaner! 😦
I spent many hours reading purchaser commentary. Many of which were of no help.
And pricing, unfortunately, was also a consideration. I am on disability, and spending over $200 to raise the whole commode with a shim was not an option!
But, my patience and research skill were finally rewarded! We received the new, properly-sized (and clean!) seat yesterday! Obtained at a reasonable price.
I will just have to be more diligent about keeping it clean…
A couple of weeks ago, I made one of my semi-annual doctor visits. Having many maladies including diabetes and neuropathy make this a requirement. To see ‘where I am’ with regard to my overall health and make certain my medications are up to date.
My numbers were ‘okay’ (same weight as 6 mo. ago (maintaining my lowest weight in years!), low bp from meds, good A1c, good fasting blood sugar, low PSA), but my doc did ‘recommend’ taking fish oil supplements, as my bad cholesterol number was up.
I had taken some before, but stopped because they made me belch what tasted like aquarium water!
But, I found a non-belching version on Amazon, and am now taking it! Thus far, success!
So, I was feeling pretty good about myself.
And, I was doing my bit, looking at stuff online (always dangerous).
And found THIS:
Underweight = <18.5
Normal weight = 18.5–24.9
Overweight = 25–29.9
Obesity = BMI of 30 or greaterThe BMI TablesAim for a Healthy Weight:
Limitations of the BMI
Assessing Your Risk
Controlling Your Weight
And according to this, I remain OBESE! (Just barely)
(as copied from Wirecutter)
Plea to All Friends of Mike Vanderboegh
Per Mike, the doctors have told him he is not long of this world. As we all know, his financial situation due to years of disability and devotion to the larger issue of self-sacrifice for freedom is terrible. He is doing what he can to get his affairs in order, but the reality is, his wife will be left in really bad shape. I would like to help with a funding appeal.
I looked at various “crowdfunding” sites, but there are hoops to jump through and/or a cut they take. For now at least, in order to get the ball rolling and hopefully growing as it does, I’m asking all of Mike’s friends to spread the word and to send gratitude offerings directly to him:
Paypal to firstname.lastname@example.org*
Check, money order, cash, etc. to Mike Vanderboegh, PO Box 926, Pinson, AL 35126.**
You’ll note I called it a “gratitude offering.” That’s proper, as this is being directed to those of you who have received value from Mike’s work over the years. That gratitude should also extend to Mike’s wife Rosey, who has had to make plenty of sacrifices of her own to enable Mike to do so many necessary things you and I have benefited from.
Here is a man who truly believes in sacrifice as the signers of the Declaration of Independence did:
“Our Lives, Our Fortunes, and Our Sacred Honor.”
If you think you can help this man in his last days, and his lovely wife, please don’t hesitate to do so.
He has done so much for us.
They tell me cat videos are ubiquitous on the Internet…
Yep. Ol’ Guffaw is sixty-frickin’-three today!
It’s been said I don’t look a year over 68…
Seriously, I’ve many gifts for which to be thankful…
A roof over my head
Family and friends
If I knew I would be living this long, I’d have taken better care of myself.
Now, I figure a good burger or pizza, with an occasional beer is better than a skinless chicken breast or tofu with green tea.
I know I probably won’t live as long, but I will enjoy it more.
Billy Shakespeare said that.
I’d a recent experience, wherein I left a blog post comment @ one of my blogfriend’s™ blogs. A few minutes later, it occurred to me that I’d addressed him by someone else’s name!
And there was no method in his blogging software by which I could make a correction.
(I did go back and make a second comment, apologizing.)
This reminded me of a year-or-so ago, when a kind soul sent me a few dollars on my sidebar Paypal link. (hint, hint). It was late, I was preparing to retire, and had taken my evening meds. (HALF of the medication I am prescribed has possible side effects of memory loss!)
And I thanked him profusely, using a wrong name!
Then, I sent him another email, apologizing. Hopefully, I got it right the second time(?) I’ve not heard from him ever again.
At least, in the few significant personal relationships I’ve had in my lifetime with the opposite sex, I’ve not uttered another woman’s name whilst in flagrante delicto!
I don’t think? I wasn’t on this kind of medication, then…
I don’t know…
(Via Theo Spark)
This is sheer BALONEY writ large.– Here’s some nanny government, leftist, multi-culti, envirowhacko agenda shenanigans to be aware of.A few days ago the World Health Organization (WHO) released a report saying bacon, and other meat is bad for you and suggests that eating meat is as dangerous as smoking.– WTF? Really? You wouldn’t shit me now, would you?Of course, this is a UN organization and about half the names on their ‘report’ suggest a religious and/or cultural rejection to consuming pork and beef.– That’s just a coincidence, right?Let’s connect some dots before deciding.– Two weeks ago the Federal Government took bacon off prison menus and said it was because the prisoners “didn’t want bacon.” They then almost immediately reversed that decision because of the outcry from prisoners.– In May 2013 AP reported that WHO said people should eat more insects, that it was good for you, and good for the planet.– Look at the attached photo from 2008. It was taken at a UN Food And Agriculture expo promoting eating insects.Yeah, there is a clear “pattern” here, and it’s not a good one. It is chronic and persistent social engineering from the cultural Marxists who refuse to grasp that some things are simply “none of their damned business.”.Now I’m hungry for some bacon to go with my breakfast eggs (remember when the “experts” said eggs were bad for us, only to be proven wrong?).– Maybe a nice hot-dog for lunch, followed by a steak for dinner. Make that a grilled steak in honor of all the global warmunists that tried to outlaw backyard grills to “save the planet.”