Shut In, Shut Down

Sometimes having a disability isn't the primary diagnosis in regards to my mobility, my energy level, or my ability to get things done. Sometimes disability is a very, very distant second. Sometimes the primary reason I can't do what I normally do is because I have a cold, a really bad cold. That's what's been going on with me. I have an energy sucking, motivation robbing, cold that leaves me wanting to do nothing more than sit in a chair, wrapped up in blankets sipping tea. That's where I am and have been for several days.

Finally I called the doctor to see if I could sneak in an appointment. I was put on a cancellation list and of course, no one cancelled. Why is everyone out to get me??? (That's the sick me talking.) But I did get in for this afternoon. It's at an inconvenient time and we're going to have to figure out how to get me there. We've not been since we moved and I've never made the trip in my manual. There's a first time to figure out how to get over street car tracks in an intersection, and this will be it.

I am lucky to have a good doctor who has good people working for him. When we called for an appointment there was an immediate attitude of let me see if we can help. While one thing wasn't possible another was. They can't do what they can't do, of course, but 'no' isn't their first thought in dealing with patients.

We had considered going to the emergency room, or one of the walk in clinics, but I was too afraid of who we'd get. Chance hasn't always rolled me up winners. I might think that the issue is that I have a bad cold that won't go away, they might think the same thing but feel compelled to speak to me about my weight and my disability and my activity level first. I don't trust that won't happen and I don't trust that I might lose it and chase them down the hallway in my chair hurling the AFA bomb at them.

You know the AFA bomb?

Arrogant Fucking Asshole.

So we're going down to an office where I have always been treated as welcome, and to a doctor who sees me as a patient that needs his help not a thing that needs a lecture. 

I hope to get back to blogging regularly, I've missed the time that blogging gives me to reflect on what's happening around me. But, to be clear, sitting in a room, swaddled in blankets, sipping tea, watching Netflix isn't inspiring stuff that can easily be turned into tales to tell.