Trying to bring Bethy Bright and Dark the memoir to life is rough, readers. I’m committed, sure I am, but sitting at my computer querying agents all day is taking a toll on my body. Pain. That’s the killer. Pain from my ass in my wheelchair all damn day or pain from my compression socks strangling my legs after 5 or more hours of wear — take your pick. It’s pain all the same.<\/p>\n
I never thought a life seated would be so painful. There have been times in my life when i would have thought a seated life was the life for me. I guess there is such a thing as too much of a good thing. Currently I’m in a position where I will be seated in these socks until 5:30 PM or so and it’s killing me. The squeezing that keeps my legs and feet from turning purple becomes an unrelenting tourniquet. My poor ass is numb. I’ve moved from pain into numb somewhere around hour four in the chair. I have a great cushion! I keep thinking there’s got to be a better way but my research and my pocketbook won’t align. I keep checking the time to see how much more time i have to go before I can transfer from this wheelchair to my recliner where I will once again sit for hours. Sitting! It sounds so easy. So simple. Yeah. Tell that to my ass.<\/p>\n
The writing position is also rough. My arms and my shoulders are screaming at me to stop writing. But a writer’s gotta write, am I right? A seated life is another aspect of this disabled life that requires radical acceptance. I do it because I must not because it’s at all fun or pleasant.<\/p>\n
Top it off with an unseasonably warm 90 degree day and a broken central air system, a caregiver who had to leave before I could use the restroom and we have a perfect disaster of a day. My writing desk is at the front of the house so it gets sun all day making it even hotter. Dear reader, this is a recipe for an extra short post full of nothing more than me complaining about how hard it is to write today. Not super compelling content, I realize but that’s what I have to share today. Turns out being disabled makes me a giant bore on top of the constant pain.<\/p>\n
I can feel my right eye twitching annoyingly. I have double vision from lack of sleep making it difficult to see the type on my screen. I’m thanking my lucky stars that there isn’t full sun today. Overcast is what it’s all about. I can’t even imagine how hot it would be with full sun.<\/p>\n
So that’s what I have to say today. Apologies for being such a total whiny bore. Tomorrow may be worse. Or maybe slightly better if I finally get some sleep tonight.<\/p>\n
Wish me luck, dear reader. Wish me luck.<\/p>\n
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