Life


They cancelled my surgery Friday because my insurance will pay for the surgery, but not the required inpatient rehab. Imagine that.

In other news, I went to the store today, but I avoided eye contact with people. Was it the wheelchair? Not today, although I’m not in an “ignore the pity” mood. It’s the monstrous zit I have forming on my chin.

Why? I’m already disabled and broken and atrophied and everything else. Why can’t life just give me a break and let me have clear skin? If I had a magic wand today, I’d make everyone in wheelchairs drop-dead gorgeous. Have people stare for a good reason.

Alright, enough bitching, guess what day it is? Taco Tuesday! Everything is awesome…

Mentally ill Cyborgs?


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mental illness
n.noun
Any of various conditions characterized by impairment of an individual’s normal cognitive, emotional, or behavioral functioning, and caused by social, psychological, biochemical, genetic, or other factors, such as infection or head trauma.

cyborg
n.noun
A human who has certain physiological processes aided or controlled by mechanical or electronic devices.

The Hobbler
n.noun
Verifiably mental ill individual. Composed of a variety of human and mechanical elements.

I’m having surgery Friday. Medication pump. A little scary, but the thought of going insane is the really scary part. Can you imagine what it feels like to see yourself losing your mind? It’s terrifying.

On the plus side, I already have a psychiatrist and a neurosurgeon, so maybe I’ll make it. Not so sure about the rest of the world. Psycho cyborgs aren’t usually the good guys in the movies.

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Sorry I Interrupted the Serenity of Your Dump: A Gimpy Monologue


thehobbler:

Everyone needs to read this, and think twice before choosing your stall.

Originally posted on The Musings of a Digital Vagabond:

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Have you ever been a size 14 trying to squeeze into a size 6? What about a guy who used to have a 30 inch waist, and suddenly realizing that your waist is now 36 inches all around? Feels a little awkward, doesn’t it? Now that you’ve got that feeling in mind, take a little trip with me to a place with which I am sure all of you are familiar. Take a trip in our minds to the restroom… More specifically, let’s go to the handicapped stall, or as you all might know it, “the big one.” Now let’s imagine you’re taking a dump, and someone jiggles on the door handle, and whispers a “fuck” under their breath. You’re probably thinking, “geez, what an ass hole!” Now let me take you to the other side of the door… On this side of the door, we have a man or…

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‘No amount of smiling at a flight of stairs has ever made it turn into a ramp’


thehobbler:

Read, readers, and with everything in me I hope you watch the video at the end too. There are real people in every wheelchair you see. Please get beyond society’s interpretations of this world.

Originally posted on Crippled Cunt:

Rainbow Max

I attended a music and arts festival in Melbourne ‘Rainbow Serpent’.
Delightful positive love vibes dominate the general feel of it all but…
Like holy shit. All the millions of people (usually young women) that smiled at me, winked at me, gave me the thumbs up, patronisingly hi-fived me (which I happily obliged while thinking you’re an absolute turd), told me to keep up the good work buddy, you’re an inspiration, you’re a beautiful person, ‘I love you and what you do’.
Maybe I’m just a crippled cunt you fucks!

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