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why are wheelchairs so expensive!

Just a random aside, I guess. I was given a wheelchair to use by the hospital. Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful. But it’s too limiting for what I need. I am a very active person. And the chair is so heavy and difficult to maneuver that it’s slowing me way down. It is so big and clunky that it’s hard to transport. Its just hard to manage. And too heavey when I’m alone. It would be absolutely perfect if I didn’t go out a lot, or worked in a job where I wasn’t actually moving much.

But I teach preschool. I go out with friends, and I absolutely LOVE to ballroom dance. I need a chair that allows me to do that.

I found the ideal one. but there’s a catch. to have it adapted to what I need would cost almost $3,000. i don’t have that to spend. Not on a chair anyhow. But I was looking at others that might work and even the “cheap” ones are over $1000. WHY?

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Long time, no blog

And yes, here is a good reason. I have been exhausted by health challenges and work and kids and life, that siitting down to write just hasn’t happened! oops!

Just for today

Can there be dinosaurs in heaven? Please?

Better today

I’m not stiff and sore and the world’s stopped tilting. there’s a plus. Still worried about yesterdays class. But ya know what, it’s over, and I can’t change it.

Fun with Aphasia

Because of my head injury I sometimes have an awful time with words. Sometimes I am reading English, but it might as well be classical Greek. Sometimes its the wrong word or a word that isn’t even close. My poor kids have learned that when I ask for something, for example a spoon, it is usually a good idea to grab several other things as well, in case I was using the wrong word and it wasn’t really a spoon that I wanted. Sometimes, I can’t even find any word, and come to a dead stop mid sentence. other times I will stutter, stumble, do a Porky Pig impersonation or start a sentence right in the middle, because that is the part I remember. I have written some really interesting “free Election” reflection papers, and once wrote an Aardvark plan instead of an action plan. It changed my Curriculum assingment to something so strange that I can’t even remember what it was. I only remember that my instructor pointed out that computers have spell checks. Actually, that doesn’t always help. If  I spell the wrong word correctly, it won’t help me.

Here are some of my stranger Aphasic moments.

“That’s a cute Zebra, Davi.” “Mama, it a tiger. and I’m Isaac.”

Discussing our families on the first day of class at city college. (I think I really confuzzled that particular  teacher for the entire semester.) “I have 6 spoons” I meant kids.    Teacher, “huh” Me, “ummm you know, the like,the,uh things people have in their families.” Teacher “You mean children? ” Me: “Yeah”

On a call to my partner. “All 6 cars slept with me because of the storms.”  Ry. “wasn’t it crowded, with 6 cars? where did the kids sleep?” =P

For some reason I seem to like the words spoon and Aardvark, but have a dreadful time with children, child, or kids. Interesting, since I work in with infants and toddlers!

Welcome to the Turtle pond

Welcome to the turtle pond. This is where I talk about my family, friends and the issues that are important to me. although this is done in journal format, I welcome comments. Some posts are specifically to open much needed dialogue. All I ask is that you keep it clean,and no personal attacks.

First a brief intro.My name isTurtle. It is a Native American name given because my family wanted their preemie, drug addicted medically fragile baby to have the traits of the turtle. They wanted me to be strong,healthy, unsinkable, nurturing and a compassionate leader or teacher. Considering my life, they missed the mark, just a bit. =) And yes, I am Native American. I have Nez Perce blood enough to count. (12/16, the other 4/16 being from my gram-ma)

I am a Mama, a life partner, a woman that wants to be active, even when my body isn’t working properly. I was in a major accident in 2007, and only got out of hospital last December. I live in a shelter/community building for people with terminal illness and their family. I am a Border lander(mixed race),human,artist and musician. I have a lot to say, but don’t always say it well. because of my brain damage I can’t filter well. If it’s on my mind, its out my mouth.(and also on my paper,if I happen to be writing.) I am also a person who wants to understand the world,or as close as I can. I want to share my opinions with others, but I also want to learn other people’s points of view.

This project started when I decided to journal after getting out of hospital and starting at City College of San Francisco. I decided that a lot of my issues may be other people’s issues,too. So I am in the process of transferring my old handwritten journal to this blog. For a while, it may be a little disjointed as writings from last January get mixed with posts from today or yesterday. But that’

Flag of the Nez Perce Tribe

Image via Wikipedia

s the way this turtle brain works!

Sometimes I’ll be serious, sometimes I’ll be funny, sometimes there will just be funny quotes from the kids or an event at school or work.

So come on in and test the waters of the turtle pond.Trust me, the water’s fine =)

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