I know I said next phase but I feel like doing this today.
The very existence of a challenged person can bring out the absolute weird in people. I get people are basically kind and have good intentions and I try to take people from where their hearts are. There enlies some challenge, to my personal rules, character, sanity.
I was taught ‘Be Tolerant, they don’t know any better, make allowances for people’. “AAAAAAAAAAAARRRGG!!”
I will now tell you some things. Some of it will be funny, it’s ok to laugh.
When I was too young to use wit and wisdom I used my crutches. Bullies would hit me in the head with things especially when I wasn’t wearing my helmet. One day I hit back and that solved the problem. We’re friends now.
There are those who are of the opinion that my need for a wheelchair makes me mentally challenged.
At a family funeral a relative asked where I was from, I said Texas. he said.”Did you have to get a visa. I said we used our mastercard! His mouth hung open for an hour.
The morning of a relative’s wedding, a couple of cousins and I went shopping. After pulling into the parking space, I opened the door as wide as I could for the wheelchair. The woman next to us saw all this and said she wanted to make sure I didn’t scratch her car with my wheelchair! I WANTED TO KEY HER CAR! After reminding me that vandalism is a crime, my cousin said, “If you don’t key her car and just let it go, you have the satisfaction of knowing you’re the better person.”
Picking up a relative at the airport, I approached the security check in my used up, customized, well-worn wheelchair. Three male security guards told me to walk through. I said, “If I could, I wouldn’t be stuck in this ‘dang’ wheelchair!”
Rolling to a fair after a parade, no sidewalks so I was in the street. A woman thought it would be funny to chase me in her car to see how fast I could go in my chair. Well, I won’t go into verbage here. Let’s just say, I don’t appreciate it when someone tries to kill me and thinks it’s funny!
Want to see the funniest wrestling match ever? Sit in a wheelchair at the food court of any mall during Christmas season. The Jesus freaks will fall all over themselves to try to get to you first to pray on your head!
Random: “Can you walk?” “Umm”. “Were you born with birth defects?” “Ummmmm”. “Wow! You’re actually smart!” “GRRRRRRR!”
“Have you ever considerd suicide?” “No! Too many people know and love me! More importantly I love myself!”
“You know you’re in a wheelchair, right?” REALLY?! Pointing to my head and heart, I said, “Ignore that, I’m all here and here!”
I couldn’t do things like everyone else, so I learned. So when someone treats me like I’m challenged, I properly use a big word and watch their reaction!
Personal rules: Respect above all. Don’t judge. Respect opinions, respect religion, beliefs. Be kind no matter how difficult. Love all. Don’t scare kids.
Hi! I’m ok! As you may have noticed, death was not a permanent thing with me! I was told I got the chronology wrong. This is a part of my life I have no memory of. I will work with it. Next phase, next post.
I was born in Minot North Dakota on April 22, 1966. When I came out the look on the doctor’s face gave Mom cause for concern. She thought “What’s wrong and what can I do to help my daughter.” I was born with a birth defect called spina bifida. Specifically, lumbar 5 myelomeningocele. What that is is, my back was open at the fifth lumbar of my lower back resulting in some paralysis. My spinal cord was exposed with some nerves gathered at the end. After a quick baptism I was flown to Wilford Hall Hospital on Lackland Air Force Base in San Antonio Texas. My parents were told don’t expect me to live. If I had lived I would be unable to walk, talk, eat, dress myself and take care of basic needs as well as be mentally challenged. (I fooled them didn’t I!)
I shortly developed a condition common in people with spina bifida called hydrocephalus. That is cerebral spinal fluid in the brain. A ventricular pulminary shunt was placed in the right side of my head to my heart to drain excess fluid. Unfortunately that didn’t work. My shunt clogged and I underwent a partial replacement at the age of two. They took the shunt out of my heart and moved it to my plural cavity. That resulted in my being deceased for four minutes!
Hi! I’m Adrienne! Welcome to my site! I’m going to blog about a book I’m writing, show some pictures, talk WAY TOO MUCH and have some fun and share it all with you.