Continuing my daily ritual...............

I'm back. Physical therapy was well worth the time. I already know what I should be doing, I just needed someone to emphasize how important it is. Anything to help my descending mobility to slow its momentum is good by me.


Continuing.........................I left off as I exited the bathroom, but I should have filled in a few details. I shall now. Just so you know, a walker has more than one use. I have found it to be very stabilizing when I use it to straddle the toilet bowl, the frame  coming to rest against the tank; it is also reversible for other types of toilet security. I allow the walker to envelop me as I belly up (literally) to the vanity, where I make an effort to brush my teeth and hair. My toothbrush (soft, ineffective bristles so I don't bleed to death what with thinners in my system) is on the counter, as is the toothpaste, the squeezable kind with the lid that pops open, in this case with my teeth. I can steady the brush against the counter in club like fashion with my club like left hand while I gob it up with my right. Brushing with the right hand is hard enough for a left hander like me, but when you add the fact that my right is beginning to malfunction the result is mouth mayhem. I get it done but its none too pretty.... I must open a drawer, on my left, no less, to get out a brush to tame my head nest, and since my left hand is so weak, I pivot to use my right- dangerous. I don't really know why I bother since I can't cup water in my good palm due to an increasingly annoying twist and my head won't fit under the faucet and I can't brush worth a crap in my condition anyway. My only guess is that the habit stays stubbornly aboard with the thought that now I ride a wheeled device and EVERYBODY is tall  enough to stare down on my follicle debacle. Vanity at the vanity, how pathetic. I am very close to becoming a hat man.


So now I exit the bathroom, walker driven, and head into the remnants of what once was my office, slipping into my chair at my G5 Mac, looking to my left at the carcass of my PC, dead by all standards, out of warranty and cold to the touch, topped off with two Asus monitors, tombstones really, a couple of giant black teeth reminding me of a life I once knew, however briefly, where a PC lived. I am saddened that it died so soon after its first birthday.


I sit, I check out the sports scores, I check out how the market did the previous day, I check my email, facebook and Linkdn, I skim the tech pages, I update myself on politics, look for evidence that the Occupy movement might actually have some solutions to our problems that don't involve Socialism, see what new career path Lohan has chosen, I see what new movies are coming out, I check the weather here and in Dallas.... and maybe I post on this blog. Sometimes, during all my  skimming, Rachel brews me a coffee, brings me toast and serves some kind of fruit and juice. Always do  I take my morning pill- for my near diabetes.


That's all for now- I will continue tomorrow with my staircase exploits and more. Let me leave you with one of my obtuse witticisms: I have determined that before ALS I had two legs, useful at getting me wherever I needed to be. Now, with the advances of ALS, they have been demoted to two meat cylinders, bone in. Try walking on those...