running in place (2)

June 29, 2017

another reason I exercise daily is so that I can propel myself further when the wheelchair is equiped with rim grips and so I can open ‘heavy’ doors (especially for the toilet) independently.  I usually have a light lunch to help keep my weight in check(because I indulge occasionally in tasty food) so I can ‘easily’ push myself with a walker, to help reduce the injury when I sometimes fall, and make it ‘easier’ for the person pushing (or infrequently lifting) me on a wheelchair (if I can’t roll myself).

running in place

June 28, 2017

sometimes treading water is the ‘best’ option albeit somewhat frustrating (we can’t always be running towards or running away from something as comedian Wil Anderson deftly puts it).  Next week, I resume seeing Physio students weekly.  I do this and see a NeuroPhysicalTherapist about once a month to help prevent further decline.  Moreover, I exercise daily (except when I’m not well) to maintain my health and to increase my endorphins as I now have to stay home (whereas I used to hold at least two jobs before my ABI).  I’m now working on a doctorate to help pass the time and keep my mind occupied.  Furthermore, I take certain supplements to help boost my health as no medication can be prescribed to me.

Sure there are days (more infrequent now after all these years) when I don’t feel like doing much but force of habit can be of great benefit at these times.  I don’t want to wallow in self-pity or play the disability card but the sad reality is most of society (even in this day and age) only understands when these are emphasised.  On one hand, we need to show empowerment and focus on what we can do; on the other, we need to show vulnerability (this is especially hard for me given my nature and the manner in which I was raised).   Good thing my wife and son are generally ‘happy’ and complement me and act as a foil to my inherent negativity.  In short, achieving balance is tricky and I don’t pretend to always get it right but I try my darnedest (as by default I have always done this).

Aligning what was expected of me and my current situation is a real challenge. I’m on the road to acceptance but still have a ways to go.

proxy

May 19, 2017

it is said there are certain dishes that can help determine the quality of food:  vanilla for ice cream, pistachio for gelato, Hakaw/Hagaw for Dim Sum/Dim Sim/Yum Cha , Margherita for pizza,  (Bluefin) Tuna Sashimi for Sushi, Katsudon for Japanese, or Spanakopita for Greek.  I suspect there are many others (of which I’m not aware of) like Spagetti Aglio e Olio for Italian (although I’m a big fan of Tiramisu and order it when presented the opportunity) and Espresso for coffee.  One thing I’ve learned in the end we all have different tastes or palates.

yin-yang

May 18, 2017

we ate out last Saturday night.  On one hand the food we ordered was really tasty, on the other it was a real “pain” going to the accessible toilet (you had to go out of the restaurant and traverse a side street with inclines and “extreme” dips).  To be fair to them (as they were sincerely apologetic) , you can privately contact me for the name of the eatery.  I guess it depends what your criteria for rating is – most architecture isn’t very inclusive,

great expectations (2)

May 16, 2017

i’m currently reading the book: Love that Boy by Ron Fournier.  I originally bought it because of my son and it’s supposed to be how fathers exert pressures on boys.  My wife has also read it and I realised it’s food for thought for all parents raising a child regardless of their gender.  While I agree with what’s mostly written, I’m a little bit conflicted having taught before:  children often meet the high expectations imposed by their teachers.  Like everything in life, I guess it’s a balancing act.

power up

April 19, 2017

had a recurring “nightmare” last night about people seeking any shelter they could find.  What’s weird is that I have a different dream each time I get up from bed but for some reason it just continued where it left off.  I thought I was not really bothered by the threat of nuclear winter but it looks like subconsciously I am.   This just illustrates how, often, control is not in one’s own hands.  Like my mum used to say:  you’re ok but other people might be “crazy”.

as time goes by

April 12, 2017

last night a friend (who was also a student at UniMelb and now based in Sydney) had dinner at our house.  It’s been years since we last saw her.  Maybe it was the shared experience but it was a confluence of factors (including our “academic” tendencies and that we didn’t share accommodation).  I’ve got few friends because of my numerous quirks but when you meet someone, you just know if you’ll get along with them.  I’m not that nostalgic but it was good to catch up on “old” times