Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Real Talk.

So, my dumbass, being the procrastinator that I am, didn’t have a new provider lined up after my last part-time provider had to leave since my main provider’s sem. ended and she could do both my mornings and nights.  Well, the new sem. started this week, and Jason drug his ass until today when my main provider didn’t show, because she had class.

Here I am scouring FB, Nextdoor, and my own site for help.  Luckily, a nice lady answered my call.  She came on a pinch, so I was able to get up.  She didn’t do bad.  She’ll be a fill-in, so I still need a provider Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings.  I’ve got some leads, thankfully.

As always, real talk here.

In a perfect world, I wouldn’t need help, I could get up on my own, but this is the hand I’ve been dealt for better or worse.  There is no status quo for the crip.  There’s always something, always a wrench, some small, some life altering big, most beyond our control, some, because we’re (I’m) stupid.  We’re human…it’s just when life gets real, for us, it really gets real.

Be good to each other.


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