AmpRant (and celebration):

I am happy to say that I have a female prosthetist! I am beside myself! So happy. I have never in my 20+ years of being an amputee, ever had the opportunity to work with a woman! I have been frustrated by the limitations of the male prosthetists in my area. They didn’t quite know what to do with me. When I’d mention color, shapeliness, damage to my clothing or other things that I, as a woman, care about, I’d get a blank stare…I’ve been told that I’m picky. I’ve been told that they can’t make my color without it turning blue. Who uses blue to make tan? I’m not picky, I’m a woman and I want it to be functional, mechanical and beautiful. Why would I want to be curvy on one side and not the other? Why would I want a strong muscular thigh on one side and a no curves on the other? Where is the artfulness? Why shouldn’t I want the color of my socket to match my actual skin and not some crapful “negroid” color and who says negroid anymore? Yeah, it’s stupid. So I’m hoping this prosthestist, who happens to be a woman, will be able to figure out some of the answers to these questions. I hope she makes it! If not, I will continue to forge ahead. With every new leg, there is an improvement so I guess I can’t fully lose. I would love to get closer to winning though.

I keep forgetting

I keep forgetting the password to this blog. This was supposed to be my space for semi private reflection but I can’t seem to be consistent about this. 

Here I sit in the middle of the floor finalizing the plan for events that are to happen in the next few days. Crazy. I keep forgetting. Distracted. Reacting. I need to be proactive. Have mercy.

You should see my office, it is a shambles at work and the office at home…#icant. It’s a mess. 

I want my life to be different. I need to restart. But I keep getting distracted. I need to focus but ….squirrel! 

I have a headache right now because I’ve been trying to pound out this worship service, finish youth week, get ready for trick or trunk. We are going to have to postpone our outing to November. Ugh. Too many things at once! Oh, back to what I’ve been saying, I keep forgetting to eat. I get a headache and then I remember, work a little more, ask my husband to feed me while I keep working, and when he brings the food, I work and eat and it gets cold. Shameful.

My living room is a mess. I need a week off! Ugh!!! But that would require me to pick a week and remember to submit it, right? 

Okay, enough of my whining. LOL! I will get it together!