Ow! Ow! Ow!
I swear that water in the UK boils hotter than in boils in North America. I know that's probably not possible but I'm constantly burning myself when I drink out of my little travel sippy cup. My lips are occasionally raw from the heat of the boiled water here.
But then, I grabbed my cup of fresh made tea during a 'discussion' with Joe and I slopped burning hot tea all over my right hand and my right boobie. Ow! Ow! Ow! It really really hurt. It did. It does. It will.
But it wasn't until I went to put my gloves on to push the chair. It wasn't until I felt the fabric of my shirt move over my burned boobie that I realized that I had done the wheelchair equivilent of stubbing my toe. Movings going to be a bit uncomfortable for a few days. Yikes.
I'm still learning to live in a disabled body, even three years later. I should have immediately realized what burning my hand means when I move with my hands. I should have understood the care I have to take in order to be as mobile as possible.
There are no classes in being disabled. You just have to live well and fully and discover what happens when life happens. It's a series of learning events. Yesterday I was asked how I got so wise. I was taken aback by the question. I certainly have never felt wise. I have even given up aspiring to wisdom. I've got experience, I've got a bundle of mistakes to draw up on when necessary, I've got the brusies (and burns) you get from trying to get on and get by. But that's not wisdom, at least I don't think it is.
Life has a way of keeping you real. Bringing you back to the realization that we all are just a bunch of eating, pooping, boob burning mortals who are trying to get from A to B.
But right now ... B just feels a little further off!