as I age, quadriplegia becomes more difficult and I get more weird symptoms. I spend a good deal of my time watching doctors shrug or begin sentences with "I don't know, but I would guess that…"
So I comment that this quadriplegia business is not as much fun as it used to be!
But that does open a different line of thinking. Maybe using the word "fun" is pushing the envelope a bit too much. But there are many things I can be grateful about:
My girlfriend gets up sometimes 3 times a night to go to the bathroom. I don't, thanks to my little buddy Foley the catheter!
Good parking spaces. And I get the great opportunity to make someone feel guilty when they've used the space they don't need. Given my ethnicity, making someone like that feel guilty gives me great joy.. ( I actually engaged in that practice when a policeman stopped me for speeding many years ago. He caught me dead to rights as I was going 10 miles over the speed limit. At the end of our brief encounter, he actually apologized to me! I know I shouldn't be talking about the, but I just can't help myself.)
Children – mostly they ignore adults, and often because they have good instincts. But when they see me, they are endlessly fascinated about my wheelchair. So when adults are engaged in boring grown-up talk, I get to hang out with the kids.
I get great seats at the Phillies games. Okay, I don't have a great team to watch, but I have great seats!.
I don't have to be embarrassed about my horrific short-term memory. When people encounter me, they assume I have a little bit of brain damage so they remind me of their name and about previous conversations we may have had. I just smile and nod.
And on a more serious note, quadriplegia has set the bar very low on what brings me joy. This past summer, I needed something at the pharmacy. I drove myself, picked up what I needed, was able to get my wallet out of my side pouch thanks to a pipe cleaner and paid in cash. When I returned home I felt so happy and grateful that I was able to do that by myself. I thought how many people have the opportunity to experience such joy with so little.
Sometimes I grateful that my catheter stayed on all day or that my blood pressure was stable.
And every day, almost every hour, I am grateful that I love and them loved.
What are you thankful for?