Because it really is personal…

I switched to crutches today, unsanctioned by the Authorities, but it’s much nicer to be able to go up the stairs without relying on the help of someone else. I took a shower without assistance, and I am very much happier (tho exhausted) for the effort.

The contact dermatitis has settled down, thankfully. I’d rather suffer pain than itch.

However, I still can’t go to the kitchen, fix myself a bowl of cottage cheese and oranges, and carry it to the living room to eat. So I’m still relying on the kindness of others.

Which totally chaps me.

I hate relying on others. It’s imposing, even if they are willing to do it.

Tonight, I’m going to try sleeping on my side for a bit. Haven’t been able to do that, and I despise sleeping on my back because I snore like a drunk lumberjack. Then SD gets all worried that I’m going to just quit breathing altogether and then he’d have to do something with my body and Georgia doesn’t sanction taxidermy on humans. So, I need to sleep on my side for both of our sakes.

You know what I am looking forward to above anything else, right at this moment?

Being able to use the toilet, like a normal person, with no raised seat or handlebars, no anatomical contradictions causing unladylike messes. Just a normal toilet, sitting on it like a normal person with a National Geographic and a roll of Cottonelle.

A righeous dump would be good, too, something happening in a natural way without harsh stimulents or thick orange beverage-like substance.