Meet the invalid

Spare me those euphemisms like “differently-abled.” I’m well on my way to becoming a full-fledged cripple, and I can’t say I’m enjoying the trip.







6 comments

  1. Roger O Green »

    15 February 2017 · 11:55 am

    Are there no friends, neighbors? Not for the dressing, but at least for the light bulbs, toilet seat, et al? Or, if you can afford it, string together tasks for a handyperson to do an hour’s worth of stuff. I would think your quality of life will be better if you don’t have to stare at those light bulbs you can’t fix.

  2. CGHill »

    15 February 2017 · 2:19 pm

    I have grubbed much from the neighbors already. (They’re putting out my trash once a week.) I figure, next visitor will be talked into doing the light bulb.

  3. The Other McCain »

    15 February 2017 · 2:42 pm

    In The Mailbox: 02.15.17

    Dustbury: Meet The Invalid

  4. fillyjonk »

    15 February 2017 · 2:52 pm

    If I lived within easy driving distance, I’d happily stop by and change light bulbs. I have done stuff like that for people around here.

  5. McG »

    15 February 2017 · 7:38 pm

    string together tasks for a handyperson to do an hour’s worth of stuff

    Were I alone and unable, this is probably what I would opt for, at least until whatever neighbors I might have that would find out, threatened to tar and feather me for not asking them instead.

    I was surprised when our neighbors found out Mrs. McG was in the hospital; turned out Mrs. McG told them. She’s weird.

  6. jsallison »

    15 February 2017 · 8:40 pm

    We have a thing at church where the congregation’s little old ladies, little old guys, others who find themselves at sea, can call to request an assist for tasks that currently are too much for them. Light bulbs are way up there on the most requested list.

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