I'm not sure why we didn't think of this sooner

... I was whinging about the finding-a-roommate problem to someone today, and jmtorres pointed out that I had not yet used the greatest resource known to mankind, namely fannish internets.

She, um. Wrote a post about it first, which is way better than anything I can say, so I am going to quote, except with the brilliant idea of adding my own contact information, since she is not, in fact, me:

So! ysobel is seeking a roommate, for FREE RENT. Here's the deal--she is disabled, uses a wheelchair, has described her condition in more detail here, and (this is the key part) cannot get in and out of bed by herself. She has aides who regularly put her to bed and get her up in the morning, but she needs a roommate to live with her so that in the event of emergency, flood, fire, zombies, what have you, they could get her out of bed and into her chair and out the door. So she is offering FREE RENT for being on call to help her out of bed in the event of midnight emergency. (I have put her to bed while visiting her, and I have no special training, it's easy enough to do with just ysobel's instruction. She uses a mechanized lift harness thing, so there's no heavy lifting involved on her assistant's part. She actually sleeps with the harness unhooked but still in place, so Emergency Get Out Get Out Get Out! would probably consist of hook harness up to lift, swing her over to her chair, unhook, buckle her seatbelt, and off she goes.)

ysobel lives in Davis, CA. She prefers a female roommate. If you know anyone in the area or soon to be moving to the area who would like a place to live for FREE RENT in exchange for In Case of Emergency services, please get in touch! If you don't know anybody, please ask anyone who might!

You can leave a comment here, or PM me; if you prefer to get in touch by email, use isabeau at usermail dot com

Please feel free to boost the signal! <3

(and yes, I know that fannish != not batshit crazy, but still, it's a useful method of finding people.)

A decade is a very long time

Ten years ago, I had graduated college -- something I still feel I did not earn, although I gather that feelings of guilt and fraudness are common among Stanford students -- and was trying to find a job.

Ten years ago, I could take care of myself well enough; I was beyond a doubt disabled, couldn't walk more than a few steps, couldn't straighten my limbs or turn my head, but it was all managable.

Ten years ago, I thought I was good enough to be a Proper Writer.

Ten years ago, I had mild depression, but it wasn't sigma yet, and I thought things were going to turn out okay.

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Ten years ago, I did not have jmtorres flailswearing on my couch about a Sherlock Holmes vidbunny someone ever so kindly gave her.

Ten years ago, I did not have a jmtorres at all.

Ten years ago, I didn't have LJ, or DW (♥), nor the awesome incredible network of friends, fannish and otherwise, that I have now. (Okay, some of you I've known for more than ten years, but not *all* of you.)

Ten years ago, I had no clue what my life would actually be like now; and it's better in places than I could have dreamed, and worse in places than I could have dreamed.

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What, then, for tomorrow?

Maybe I will lose some things I have (possibly some of which I will be better off without). Maybe I will find some things I've lost (and also some things I don't know yet that I've lost). Maybe I will do things I regret, and not-do things I regret not doing, and maybe I will do things I enjoy, and maybe I will find what it is I'm "supposed" to be doing.

Or maybe not.