What can I ask Growler for as a xmas present. Surely not a walking stick. There must be something else – that isn’t in the disability aids catalogue.
Why am I awake, or rather why am I not getting off to sleep. Did I over frazzle my brain today.
Wanting to ‘organise’ a virtual non-office xmas party for my online (and hardly ever get to see) friends. With party games and virtual booze.
Will DLA turn ugly or go through like a breeze.
Have I got too many choices on my t-shirt shop or not enough. How will I ever know. Is it worth it.
I want to paint. Paint free. Paint messy.
I want space in my “studio”.
I want the energy and health and resilience to just tidy up and attack little jobs without scuppering the rest of the week or month. Grrr!
Am I good enough.
Have I left enough time to get the xmas cards written.
Will the stress of having a filling at the dentist next week make me proper poorly.
Am I doing the right things. Could I do more. Should I do more. Remember what Growler said. breathe. Relax.
If I book theatre tickets for panto with disabled wheelchair spot will they throw me out if I walk from my wheelchair to the toilet. Will I have to be stuck in all the time just in case non disabled staff make a judgement and think I am a fraud. Or do I develop a big gob, do what is right for me and give them verbals if things kick off.
When can we have the pretty xmas lights up.
When will I get better.
Can there be a way to have a blanket on your lap in a wheelchair and not look like a cliche.
If I make art to sell, it might not sell and that would be really embarrassing.
Growler is going to read this and tell me this is why I couldn’t sleep.