June 2010
13 posts
Voice has been hoarse these last few days. Ugh.
I have seen a few tech blogs talk about how great that use of ASL in the new iPhone 4 commercial is. I really wish every journalist who took the time to say something took an extra 5 minutes to email a d/Deaf person (they’re not that hard to find!) and asked them what they thought of Facetime and the iPhone and using technology to communicate.
I mean. It’s really not that much...
Scattered Thoughts
Yesterday was a “get shit done before long vacation” day. I cleaned. I laundered. And then, because I needed a break, I rode my bike in the park. Living near Central Park has done more for my mental well-being and focus than anything else this year. I’m so glad we don’t have to move.
On the way back from the park, I ran into a little boy and his dad come out of the (newer)...
Cleaning rooms inevitably leads to reading old letters, which inevitably leads to feelings.
It’s been a weird, raw two years. I’m about to sign a lease guaranteeing me a third. I don’t know how long I want to stay here. I din’t know where else I would go. I don’t know what I want to do and I don’t know if I ever will.
It’s been a strange year. My...
Just got involved in an email based confrontation on sexism at work. I hate confrontation. Hate. So today will be fun!
ADDITIONALLY all of the doctor issues are making me somewhat….excited? Looking forward? To seeing my cardiologist this fall. Because I like her. Because she will listen to me. Because it is regular and not scary. Which is, you know, the opposite of how most people see cardiologists (I’m guessing) but whatever.
Ok, so. I have been thinking about doctors.
Today I had an appointment with my ENT. It was, like all the others, at 9am. And when seeing me she expressed disappointment that I did not go see this other doctor she referred me to.
I was referred because she suspected I had vocal nodes. My mom, being roughly in the same field as the doctor I was referred to, said there was no way I had vocal nodes...
I wish I could remember that the sweet older guys who start talking to me on my block aren’t solely trying to make pleasant conversation—they are hitting on me.
But my bike is awesome.
I just finished the last shift of a job that I had been working for two years. While it was awesome in some ways, it was way beyond the time I needed to go and I look forward to working one job for the first time in four years.
Plus, I effectively just gave myself 25 more hours a week. Neat!
dorianisms:
surelock replied to your post: Urgent:
Can it be social justice themed? I have a good one for that. Or is that too serious?
I would love that. It’d have to be 101-y though, because I imagine lots of my event-goers will not be hugely familiar with social-justice stuff.
This is totally 101! And something we did in high school!
Ok, so assemble everyone onto a field. Have everyone...
Running
A year ago today I broke my leg when I jumped down 3-4 stairs at a movie theater. I shattered my tibial plateau and spent 10 days in the hospital, getting over 13 screws, a bone graft, and two scars put on or into my body. Breaking my leg did, in some ways, fundamentally change my life. There is the time I had before it and the life I had after it, even though outwardly it all looks the same.
For...
Earlier this year I was diagnosed with a type of acid reflux, which is no big deal at all. I take a pill in the morning and that’s that.
Well, not quite. I am supposed to be avoiding trigger foods, but, well. They are delicious. Not having tomatoes in the summer? Pffft.
I don’t feel sick and I think the reflux related issues have…sort of…gotten better. But I have some...
this ain't livin': Ableism In the Pro-Reproductive... →
meloukhia:
I have been struggling with this post for over a month. Every time I approach it, I shy away again. Because any post questioning pro-reproductive rights positions is a challenging one. It is assumed, no matter how nuanced and carefully structured the post is, to be a defense of anti-reproductive rights rhetoric. That’s not what it’s about. What it’s about is asking people to...
