Yesterday, I added a new chapter to that soulful saga of soles that has become an extreme exercise in extremity anxiety. As usual, the outcome was a stalemate, and a tie always goes to the running-shoe. Facing the archenemy of arch-support is exhausting, and even when I win, finding cleats that fits my feets is always a bittersweet feat. My piggy-curator is ready for a pygmy-castrator to end the war of me vs. shoes once and for all.
I can’t believe I’m damn forty years old. What the hell happened to all those years? I don’t feel forty, but then again, what the hell is 40 supposed to feel like? I imagine it’s akin to the feeling you get when going out for Carvel ice cream and then finding out the only thing that’s open is the local health store with the frozen soy dessert. It’s better than having can’t believe I’m damn forty years old. What the hell happened to all those years? I don’t feel forty, but then again, what the hell is 40 supposed to feel like? I imagine it’s akin to the feeling you get when going out for Carvel ice cream and then finding out the only thing that’s open is the local health store with the frozen soy dessert. It’s better than having nothing at all, but not by much – the enthusiastic “meh” of ages. nothing at all, but not by much – the enthusiastic “meh” of ages.
Another post was missed, and that was my latest on The Huffington Post. This one is a piece on the exciting new virtual technologies that are in their infancy that allow disabled people such as myself to experience things we would normally never be able to. Check it out.
For some reason a few of the posts lately haven’t gone through, morse the pity. So while this is bad news for me, it means a late Christmas present for you! You get to listen to three episodes of Chronic Briefs in a row! The dulcet tones of my voice will lull you into a comedic stupor all day. Enjoy!
Well, being almost Thanksgiving, I decided to do the cliché thing, and write about things I’m thankful for. At first. Then, I realized that, instead, I could d something drastically different from what other blogs written abut chronic illness do. Right here, folks, for one of the first times ever, I’m going to tell you about some of the good things that having rheumatoid arthritis has done for me. Gasp!
The Miranda rights. You’ve all heard them a thousand times on television and in movies, and this year they have reached their golden anniversary. Fifty years of law enforcement providing a simple set of warnings and instructions when arresting someone, and the jury is still out on whether or not the system is a success or a failure. Before we get in to all that, though, you have the right to remain informed, and learn about the circumstances that gave birth to these ubiquitous rights.
The podcast I have been working on for a while now is finally ready to go! Thanks to the Telling Company, my partner is this endeavor! You can check out the website for the episodes, or you can subscribe on iTunes to get them delivered directly to you! Thanks so much!