Saturday, May 12, 2018

Smoking from Two Feet Below.

Morning, Fam…

So, try pushing your chair with these gnarly lungs.  If you a walker, try pushing or pulling said walker then walk.  Eventually, you’ll be in a chair, which you’ll have to push…it’ll be catch-22.  Oh, and getting an electric wheelchair’s out of the question, because you spent your wad on cartons of cancer sticks.

We’ve seen crips smoking.  We’ve, I guess in morbid way, we how long it’ll be before we see them in the obits.  Sounds harsh, huh?

We can’t speak for other crips, but we know what we have to do just to get out of bed, and we KNOW if we were smokers, and, we’ve tried it, that we wouldn’t be able to muster the energy to make it happen.

Older crips tend to get arthritis in their shoulders, elbows, and wrists for those of us that can’t use our legs.  People with CP can get it in their knees too.  Throw in emphysema, and that once-independent crip’s gonna be an old folks home charity case…that’s a bad fall from grace, IMO.

You’re young now, but definitely NOT invincible.  I’n my 18 years at the office, I saw a lot of able-bodied people go out with emphysema and any combo of smoke-related cancer, YOUNG and old…it ain’t pretty.
Sobering thought, huh?

Be good to each other.


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