Today Joe and I had to marshal all our energy, all our expertise and enter into, sound the trumpet, "Ultimate Sports: The D Games!" Yes, we woke to the sound of birds chirping and sun creeping through the curtains. This was not typical, panic set in, "Joe, what time is it," he answered, "it's o'shitno o'clock." We'd slept in. We never do this. It takes a few seconds, because doing math upon first waking up takes time patience and a painkiller. We had 25 minutes until I was to be on the bus.
We've got this down pat, it takes us 1 hour and 12 minutes and 47 second for us to be fully ready to head down to the bus. Our time was short. Let the Disability Games begin. We had to pare away everything that we could from our routines. Joe had to shorten the tasks he needed to do, I needed to use less help than I normally do. Even with that we know something: Disability. Takes. Time.
The clock was ticking.
We had no time.
In a sudden shot of inspiration I figured a way, by using my reacher and a clip from my suspenders (Braces in the UK) to do something I previously couldn't do without help. OK. Done. I stumble from the bedroom fully clothed.
We've got to be out the door in less than five.
Lunch and breakfast thrown in bag.
I decorate myself with jewelry setting a new personal best.
We are out the door.
5 minutes to go before the bus leaves.
I push myself down the hall as Joe gets the door locked.
We are are on the elevator.
3 minutes to go before the bus leaves.
Bus is in driveway, ramp down.
I push to the door held open by Joe.
I push through the door held open by the driver.
One minute to spare.
Only 24 minutes before I was in bed sleeping soundly. Now here I am on the bus, smelling fresh, wearing clean clothing and a slightly bewildered face.
Yep, we won the Disability Games - now wears my medal?