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I want your permission.

To spread my thoughts among many short posts.  Because, I don’t have the energy to sustain my writing.  I am discouraged by my lack of progress. I want to share many things with you.  But, I may have to stretch my thoughts out over several days.

Some days I can only write a few sentences.  Others, I may post more pieces, or larger pieces.  Look for the common narrative.

In order to fulfill my promise to post daily, I will do it in short pieces.

I can no longer write lengthy pieces.  I will tell you why tomorrow.

But, for now, understand that I will stretch my narrative out over days, because this is the only way I seem to be able to work.

A poetic, yet realistic, statement.

A foundation, for Conscious-Writing.

Conscious-Writing is Conscious-Thinking.

 

The above-two-lines should be written on my blog as, a poetic, yet realistic, statement.

That could be the title.

The words, trailing the first comma, of the first sentence, of this stanza.

 

Realistic, in the sense that.

If Know-One is doing it, someone should.

 

That someone should be me, because.

There seems to be, a need-in-the-field.

Of Conscious-Awareness.

 

But, if Someone is doing it, then I should first join.

Discover what they think.

 

Responses would be welcomed.

A few, brief, thoughts.

I have been quiet the better part of a week.  Possibly, the best week of my life, in many ways.

Since my previous post, I have been in wheel-chair prescription-limbo.

It’s bizarre.  How strange our worlds?

Become, when insurance enters our lives.

It’s not my control.  It’s shared control.

In order to gain control, I have to learn how insurance companies think.  It’s what I imagine before.

The alien, suddenly, in my dreams.

And this has been possibly the best week of my life, because, for the rest of it, I have only been writing, and meditating on my manuscript. I am now in full book-writing mode.

Beam me up, Spock.

To a heavenly place.

Each day, when I begin to type.

Thoughts.  Not my own.

2014-02-07

=== 5:33 PM ===

XB

Writing table.

I’m probably too weak to be here responsibly.  But, I only realized after I was here.  Might as well make use of the trip.

Today I spoke to Aetna, my health-insurer, after speaking to the woman at the wheel-chair store.  Same woman as yesterday.  She’s in a scooter.  She told me.

She also told me my insurance is not accepted at their store.  Only Blue Cross.

My plan does cover some of the costs.  But, there’s a $600 deductible, and some other things I don’t completely recall.  They also only work with specific vendors.  The voice gave me the names of three businesses in Tempe.

I spoke to one of them.  I learned.  I also need a prescription.

So I called my doctor.  The secretary asked the purpose of my call.  After I explained, she turned me over to the physician’s assistant.

Voice mail.

I left a message.  I think she was gone for the afternoon.  I never got a call-back.

2014-02-03

It has been an interesting day.  It feels like winter again.  I think it last felt like winter in December.  This is Phoenix.

Overcast and chilly.  Oh Rain, you could complete this day.

We know you won’t.  But, you could.  Just try a little harder.

The morning was spent changing positions, from one couch to another.  Then some time outside, on the patio, to soak up memories of cold desert.

Handy.  Come summer.

Each time I moved, I limbered my limbs, until I was ready to leave.

Had to go to Mesa.  Or, Meza, as a self-described Mexican girl pronounced it, for fun, in her call to a local radio station.

Language changes, in the fascinated minds of youth.  Maybe, Meza is cooler than Mesa.  Or maybe she was just being silly.

I found the shop easily.  Seen it before, from the road to my mom’s oldest brother.

I don’t know when I actually started paying attention to wheel chair dealers.  But, in the last six months I noted the store, in passing.

Yesterday I brought it up to both Anne and Wen Ling.  Sometime soon, I’m gonna need one.  Best to start thinking about it now, than to start shopping after it’s already necessary.

The store was probably an old 7-11.  Like Lawson’s, to me in my youth.  Which of the two, neglected, handicap spaces should I choose?  And why was the official one furthest from the entrance?

And, why do wheel chair dealers need handicapped parking spots outside?  Who else would be parking here?

Inside was down.  Most of the wares were used and grey.  Painted sad, as if happy were forbidden.

Purple and banana would be wow.

But, the woman who helped me couldn’t have been nicer, or more helpful.

I will need a chair, not a scooter.  I insist on a high back with a head rest.  And motorized.  Can’t push myself when a mug of beer is too heavy to hold while talking.

She told me things to consider.

I sat in a few used ones, and thought of their previous, anonymous owners.

She also pointed me to a number of resources in the community.

She suggested I pay a visit to ABIL, the Arizona Bridge to Independent Living.

Another place I have passed, countless days past.

Never noticed once.  But, what a great idea!

There were more resources.  But, I told her, thank-you no.  The booklet she gave me, an index to local resources for the disabled, was plenty.

More thoughts for the road.  My Civic is probably too small to carry a chair.

Consider a van.

As I left, I studied the neighborhood.  It’s fun to imagine myself in the places I visit.

This neighborhood in Meza has been home to entire lives lived.

As children, my friends and I would ride our bikes to Lawson’s, to buy bubble gum and baseball cards.

And I imagine this store, and kids who bought theirs here.  As teens they might have made their first under-age beer purchases inside.

Is it possible to purchase a wheel chair from the same building where you once bought bubble gum and beer?  How weird if you did, without thinking.