I'm about to indulge myself.
You see, I like to cook. At home Joe and I cook together, as a team, because I can't cook on my own as our kitchen isn't fully accessible. I can chop and mix and stir, but I can't really use the stove top or the oven. Joe will admit, freely, that I'm the better and more creative cook. I can look in a fridge, see what's there, and make up a recipe - and it's usually really good. Joe relies on cook books and exact directions. This is not to disparage Joe's cooking - it's very good. But, in our little family, I'm the one who loves the art of cooking.
So here we are, in a hotel, and I'm about to cook breakfast. Now, here's the thing, they provide a really good free breakfast downstairs in the lobby. Scrambled eggs ... the works. But we have a kitchenette and I am going to make breakfast. I can get at everything I need to - I am going to fry up some eggs and veggie sausage patties. It sound simple. It is simple. Except when circumstances disallow you from doing it.
Notice I said 'circumstances disallow.'
I don't cook breakfast at home.
This isn't because I have a disability.
It's because the kitchen isn't designed for wheelchair users.
I can cook breakfast.
The circumstances disallow it.
This is the 'dis' to be considered.
As is often the case with those of us who have disabilities, we can do what the circumstances disallow.
So, right now the circumstances and my disabilities align such that I can sizzle eggs and pop toast and fry sausage. And I'm going to do just that. This evening I'm going to make supper. I don't know what we're having yet but it's gonna be good.
Good partially because I know how to cook and mostly because I'll be loving every minute of the circumstances.