|Doing something for someone, without being asked, is usually somewhat insulting.|
|I used to think that I show that I'm useless, and didn't correct them when they simply assumed that, which was bad. I'm trying to adjust my thinking to that they simply don't know, and are trying their best. I honestly don't know what's the best way to tell people that.|
|On the whole, it's hard to say "what's right", because how it's received is like the injury itself, in that it's unique to the individual. I've basically gotten used to accepting the fact that people want to help, so if they want to do something that I know I can do myself, I don't do anything, and say thank you. If I objected, or acted badly, then that person might change from wanting to help, to someone who'd walk on by, thinking that they'd be annoyed.|
|A while ago, like 4 or 5 years, I simply couldn't have a conversation at a dinner party with someone, because of the ambient noise, other people talking, and everything else that would distract me made it impossible. It was impossible because I couldn't focus on what they were saying, such that while I heard the noise they were making, I simply couldn't "assemble" it into a full-thought. However, how it made me feel made me determined to overcome. I know that "they" say that that's something that's either impossible, or too difficult to want to start.|
|I started with Soldiers of Fitness ten years ago, it ingrained in me the notion that quitting isn't an option, and that I'm to go all the way, and then some. The concept of not succeeding wasn't something that I thought possible, and I was determined to succeed. I didn't get any pro-help, because I figured that they'd simply tell me that it's impossible, and I shouldn't even try.|
|I'm listening to radio now, not music but hosted (KISS FM). It's a show where the hosts would come on, tell stories, "talk" to me, and I'd hear what they say, while doing something else.
If you knew me pre-crash, you’ve undoubtedly noticed that I’m a bit different (if you haven’t, is everything ok with you??). But seriously, things have changed, but when you see me, you’re likely wondering how the brain injury shows itself. That’s the interesting/scary aspect of a brain injury, because it’s more-often-than-not, invisible. I’ve cursed myself in the past, for what I’d lost (the week before the crash, I did a triathlon, the month before I biked to Kingston, and so on), but I’ve paid attention in the last few years, and realized something. What that is is that while being visibly-disabled is an obstacle, it’s vastly superior to what many people who’ve suffered one have.
And, from doing a search online, it’s clear that there’s a vast number of invisible-sufferers.
If you’ve a question, not just about my disability, I’ll try to address it. I’m planning a bi-monthly release, but I’m hoping to increase it to something like bi-weekly, or more.
|Richmond is served by an awesome group of medical folks, of that there's no question. However, where they operated from was a rental facility, owned and operated by a commercial venture, who decided on what's available strictly on cost. The facility was "accessible", but it met the minimum of access, but it wasn't.|
as tenants in a building owned by not-doctors
|The entrance, up with two steps. Inside the front door was another rise, up four steps.|
|This is the view of the path, including the hill. In order to avoid the 4 stairs, I was required to go through the door, up the path, and ring a doorbell. I entered through the print-closet, with the printer and papers.|
|This is the pharmacy. Technically it's accessible, but while the door was powered, it opened and I was required to immediately turn 90 degrees to my right. Then, press a door-opener for the second door, that opened inwards.|
|Two years ago they began construction on a new facility, that would be both owned, and operated by, the medical facility. And, not only would it be fully-accessible, but the drug store would also move in! It opened 8 months ago, it's awesome, because they are!|
|The building is where it is, and it's entirely theirs!
Not only is it accessible for me to walk in, but I can DRIVE in!
This is the doctor's offices.
|Not only can I get in to see my doctor, but also to the drug store!|
|Disabilities, in general, are being noticed more, and solutions are being put forward. This new building solves two significant challenges, in a magnificent way.|
own Tony's, a seasonal chip-wagon
|I told the owners that I heard that their seasonal business was good, but it's not accessible - the only way in that I could see was the one step|
|Yesterday, Savannah (one of the owners), suggested that I go look again.|
|Holy awesome, never let it be said that the owners of a small-town shop don't know who they're customers are, especially their regulars!|
Ok, I’ve been told that I over-use the word “awesome”. I’ve looked at my previous posts, and they’re right. I use it a lot. But, it’s with a good reason – because of my brain injury, I swing from very-high, to very-low, thinking of myself. The bad is bad, to the scare me in hindsight. But, I don’t see it, nor do I recognize it when it’s happening. After, when I’m in a better place, I look at myself, and sad. So, when I’m not down, I’m up, and I’m going to “push” myself to do good stuff, mostly on here! I’m working to make the website even more awesome than it is now, by building relationships with “real pros.” I built where this is now, with the awesome pics taken by Dan Ragall.
Where am I now? I’m working to make my blog more automated, by auto-publishing posts in the future. I’ve written 4 months now, but it was manual-posting. Today, I found a plugin to do it, and this is the first! I’ve scheduled it to post ahead, and we’ll see if it works!
Living in Richmond is pretty good, it’s a small town, everyone knows me by sight (probably something like “that nice disabled guy”), but the bike paths are non-existent for me. I can’t ride a conventional bicycle.
My ride is about 3′ wide, and about 2′ off the ground. At the speeds that I ride at, I’m pretty much completely invisible. The roads that I’d prefer to ride on, because they’re outside town, don’t have many intersections, and are long, but have speed limits of 80 km/h.
I’m fast, but nowhere near that. I’ve approached the city councillor for the area, asked him for his help, and I’m not sure when, but I’ll be getting going at getting it done!