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ysobelBeing disabled means, among other things, that when your intestines go all fuck-you at 7:30 in the morning, you can't just stumble to the bathroom and take care of business. You have to call someone, wait for them to come over, and that's in the best case scenario.
Or you could try to contact the only available aide, who is supposed to be there at 8:30 but has time management issues and also a phone that she has dropped enough times that it sometimes doesn't noise at her; get no answer; writhe in agony for a few hours; weigh the relative merits of the available options; finally in desperation get help from flatmate (who can get me to the toilet but not from); wait stuck on the toilet for an unpredictable period of time, relieved but uncomfortable because the toilet seat is hard and your leg is falling the fuck asleep; after half an hour (now 11) finally get word from the aide... that she is sick (fever diarrhea vomiting dizzy) and can't come in; after another half an hour, leg totally numb, manage to get off the toilet and dressed with the help of flatmate and a not very physically fit mother.
Yeah, that was how my day *started*.
(Spent the rest of the day hermitting like whoa, mostly by ignoring the internets and other people, and playing Skyrim, which I have gotten re-addicted to.)
Or you could try to contact the only available aide, who is supposed to be there at 8:30 but has time management issues and also a phone that she has dropped enough times that it sometimes doesn't noise at her; get no answer; writhe in agony for a few hours; weigh the relative merits of the available options; finally in desperation get help from flatmate (who can get me to the toilet but not from); wait stuck on the toilet for an unpredictable period of time, relieved but uncomfortable because the toilet seat is hard and your leg is falling the fuck asleep; after half an hour (now 11) finally get word from the aide... that she is sick (fever diarrhea vomiting dizzy) and can't come in; after another half an hour, leg totally numb, manage to get off the toilet and dressed with the help of flatmate and a not very physically fit mother.
Yeah, that was how my day *started*.
(Spent the rest of the day hermitting like whoa, mostly by ignoring the internets and other people, and playing Skyrim, which I have gotten re-addicted to.)