Everyone has a cross to bear, doesn’t matter who you are. And although mine is a rather heavy load, I try to carry it as quietly as possible. But sometimes you buckle under the weight, and just want to scream. This is me screaming/venting… They say that everything happens for reason. Is this my purpose? …
Category: paralysis analysis
Not quite sure what to do
Now I’m not sure if it’s a good thing or not, but the overly sarcastic side of me apparently avoided paralysis, and claws its way to the surface quite often. Most times I can suppress it… but sometimes it just needs out, you know? Being a quadriplegic, I tend to find myself in precarious situations…
Intensive(ly) (S)care(d)
You hear the word “surgery” as your consciousness begins to fade. Just before going, you catch yourself wondering if the sign above the door read Emergency Room, or Torture Chamber. Most of the next week or so is blurred by a morphine haze. Everything flashes in one minute intervals. Intubation tubes down your throat making…
Responsibility, what’s that?
I have a confession to make. The first 23 years and 322 days of my life I was the poster boy for what’s wrong with my generation… politically. I happily (and consciously, mind you) bunched myself in with the pathetically apathetic group of nonvoting twentysomethings. I viewed politics as nothing more than semantics. “Why should…
Straitjacket
claus·tro·pho·bi·a , n. – Abormal fear of being in narrow or enclosed spaces. Claustrophobics are pansies. Just kidding. Well, sort of. I was claustrophobic at one time, back in the day. You want a cure for claustrophobia? Try being paralyzed. Seriously. That will alleviate all of your concerns about confined spaces. There is no tighter space to be trapped…
To my “Million” critics
~ WARNING: If you have not yet seen the movie Million Dollar Baby ~ ~ SKIP OVER THIS ENTRY, AND GO WATCH IT ~ For those of you who have, welcome. You just got a glimpse inside the beginning of my life as a quadriplegic. But tell me the secrecy kept about the ending is not borderline…
I know you are wondering…
“If you are a quadriplegic, like you say you are, how in the heck do you type?” Ah… the million-dollar question. Given that I am in fact completely paralyzed, it would seem strange how I keep popping out random thoughts on my blog at a fairly decent rate. Until somewhat recently, quadriplegics that wanted to…
The mascot of death!
It was the summer of 1991. My tenure at Lake Tapps Elementary School had finally come to an end. I felt that I was becoming a man. I mean come on, I was 11 years old! Heading to middle school, thank you very much. And why was this so significant you ask? Because in middle…
Kenny Salvini 