Disabled Chronicles, No. 653
... So my pared down, three page complaint letter against the CNA who was unconcerned and negligent about my care as a Special Needs patient my last hospital stint? Just got a call back from the hospital that the CNA is being sent to training so that she can...
Disabled Chronicles, No.93876
Chronicles Of Being Disabled, Entry #93876: Having been properly packed and sent off by Publix's very own Abuelita, I make my way to the bus stop. I would NOT be stopping at Starbucks for coffee, I would NOT meander and loiter in these Sunday streets. I just wanted to...
Disabled Chronicles, No.5637
I generally relegate my grocery shopping to Sundays. While most folks are at church, I make my way to the mainly empty stores to get my shopping done for the week, usually without incident. So it was without particular exception that I did the same this Sunday....
Disabled Chronicles, No.6485
I don't like working on "disabled things". So you can imagine how I wanted to jump from the nearest building when I got stuck working the Special Needs Desk for two years once (Another story for another post). Shocker. I know. Hypocritical Contradiction? Maybe. Here's...
Disabled Chronicles, No. 23746
He halted his three-wheeled bicycle at the end of the block and allowed me to go first. Thanking him, I tooled down the sidewalk, thinking of my upcoming pit stop and the journey after to get my case of water. I felt my sandal slipping off my freshly bathed and...
Disabled Chronicles, No.9827
To The Haitian Driver Who Nearly Sent Me To The Great Beyond When All I Wanted To Do Was Make It Home With My Groceries, Why you stopped short at the stop sign in the parking lot, paused a good long few minutes, then began backing up WITHOUT looking back JUST as I was...
Disabled Chronicles, No.274990
Me: (Checks time to make sure Doctor's office is open. Dials.) Office Worker John: Thank You for calling Dr. X's office, this is John* (*Not his real name), how may I help you? Me: Good Morning John! This is Sandra Jean-Pierre (In my best sing-songy upbeat voice). How...
Disabled Chronicles, No.274989
Soooo... After feeling like my left kidney was stomped on by an angry cow, I called my doctor's office LAST WEEK Thursday and told them that I had some UTI issues going on and that I would be in need of a script for antibiotics. The new Nurse Practitioner who is now...
Disabled Chronicles, No.1303
That one time you were so hangry that you didn't follow your own pill/medication protocol of cutting or crushing your pills before attempting to ask your spazzy throat to take deliverance of them. And true to form your throat spazzes the f€&k out mid-swallow...
Disabled Chronicles, No. 23847
Yesterday morning, laying on my left side on my bed, bundled up like a burrito: Me: Nephew! Nephew: Yes? Me: Can you roll me forwards please? Nephew: (Stands in front of my bed, grabs behind my knee and my shoulder and rolls me towards him) Me: (Begins to yawn and...
Disabled Chronicles, No.34658
Me: (backing up onto the transportation van to begin my days sojourn) Morning, morning! Hears grumbled mornings from passengers already onboard. Driver: Back up, to your left, all the way to the back. Me: (Knows this is gonna be a long trek if I'm relegated to the...
Disabled Chronicles, No.27
Generally folks don't think I need anyone to Show Up For Me. While they think I'm being all inspiring, strong and a sHero, they forget that I am human and that I on occasion need a friendly face in the crowd and in the seas of change around me. This morning, while my...