Stories, Comradery, and Silver Linings
The works of a disabled thirty-something who braves endless medical testing with the assistance of a few good books and her crochet hook.
On the spot standing in front of my classmates I panicked. I didn't realize there was a follow up question.
"They're all yours?" came the familiar question. "Only until they're 18," she would joke, and everyone in the vicinity would get a good chuckle.
All it would take was one librarian to find it odd my seven-year-old brother was checking out Sweet Valley High’s “The New Jessica” and my privileges could be gone for good.
“Get down!” I whispered to the kids, but I’ve recently been told I whisper-yell so the effectiveness might be called into question.
It was fancy. There was a lotion dispenser next to the soap at the sink and no one ever stole it.
We always arrived at our destination with time to spare before opening, parking strategically for a quick exit and lined up at the locked entrance like an Apple store on new product launch day.......
The only thing I did not love about my first car was that I drove it only one single time.
The tl:dr of the appointment:
No, I could not replace my nightlight with my radioactive shine.
You have now purchased all the supplies to entrap your significant other. Don't worry, if you're married you never have to testify.
After I finish my book, I still have all the same problems. They look smaller though, and easier to manager, maybe?
The spines of my favorite books are worn from me thumbing the pages under my chin to make a breeze. How could an audio book live up to that DIY fan?
I cleared the ER out, kids were getting scared, everyone trying to see what was happening in my curtained torture chamber.
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I'm recording stories you can find at my website, caseywythacay.com. If you have visual impairments like I do, then this recording is for you.