Posted on August 24th, 2009 by Scraps.
Categories: Boring Posts, Stuff.

What a day.

We put in -- with Patrick's help -- air conditioning, last night. Yay! Unfortunately, I noticed in the morning that it leaked. It was now a medium-sized puddle in the rug, about two feet wide and four feet long. Ack. Angela, my home care assistant, helped me to lift the a.c. and insert two small paperbacks, solving the immediate problem, though the puddle would have to wait, because my speech therapy was imminent. We barely made it to my Access-A-Ride bus.

Unfortunately, the woman who scheduled my speech therapy last week apparently forgot another person's schedule (and the woman who scheduled me wasn't around to ask, because she was taking a vacation). More than two hours later, John showed up, very apologetic, and saw me for an extra half hour to make up for it. And he's good; he described a way to defeat (or get around) aphasia, talked about aphasia (and my suffering) intelligently, and when I asked about reading materials, including the way they teach me (or ones like me), he promised to bring in literature.

Unfortunately -- I'm getting tired of that word -- Angela said, on the way home, that she's leaving next week: because she doesn't like so much walking as I do. Now, I like walking. But I can't walk too much; I'm, well, crippled. I told her that I'll miss her (though truthfully, I can't understand her accent 75% of the time), but I'm not cutting down on my walking; first, it's not an unreasonable amount of walking; second, I need to be walking to keep in shape.

I thought, at the beginning of the day, I had the week more or less organized. Now at the end of Monday, I'm waiting for a call tomorrow that will reschedule me for speech (and I can't reschedule for Tuesday or Thursday, because those are my days for physical therapy and occupational therapy, and Medicaid doesn't allow more than one therapy each day, don't ask me why), and I've got to replace another home assistant, and the rug's still wet.

Every day is a challenge.


Kip W

Comment on August 24th, 2009.

How does that getting-around-aphasia thing work? I, uh, have this... what's the... friend! I have this friend who would like to know.


Comment on August 25th, 2009.

I find it wryly amusing that you have outwalked two? three? home care attendants now.


Comment on August 25th, 2009.

Walking is a problem for your home care attendents? The things I would never have imagined. Sheesh.


Comment on August 25th, 2009.

Kip: It's like, you put the word/concept in the center -- say, ballpoint pen (which you haven't got the word for). Then you fill in around this all the things you can think of and you have the words for and are related to the word; like "writing thing" and "ink" and "paper" and "compose" and maybe even "green" (the color of your favorite pen), etc. If you're lucky, you'll hit upon your word.

Of course, if you're me, you're probably missing something hard, not an easy concrete noun, but a concept like "vague" or "jinx" or "fractious".


Comment on August 25th, 2009.

Velma, yeah, but the two earlier ones were still pushing the wheelchair, and I can relate: pushing a person in a chair uphill is hard. But this? Walking? Granted, it sometimes requires carrying stuff; but I'm usually easy.


Comment on August 25th, 2009.

Madeleine, well, I guess they're probably used to sixty or seventy-year-old disabled people, not a fairly vigorous forty-five-year-old one.

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