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why Botox rocks!

Anissa Mayhew — Fri, 02 Mar 2012 15:30:46 +0000

BUT

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don’t you wish your girlfriend drove like me, dontcha!

Anissa Mayhew — Wed, 29 Feb 2012 18:00:45 +0000

I am the most awesome wheelchair driver in the history of wheelchair drivers.

My family calls me “Galaxy Quest” for good reason.

Watch between minutes 2:00 and 3:30.

hotter than you thought i was

Anissa Mayhew — Mon, 13 Feb 2012 15:00:23 +0000

I can’t regulate the temperature on half my body.

On my stroke-effected side I don’t have the ability to cool off, so I’ll bust out in a sweat for no reason.

On one side.

For no reason.

When the other side is actually cold.

How screwed up is THAT?

So yes, I will sweat for no apparent reason.

**Blissdom attendees: You can assume that I am so incredibly overwhelmed at being in your presence I’ve become drenched in the nervous sweats and might pass out at any minute.

I’m pretty sure you caused my strokes in the first place.

The excitement.

I/m getting moist right now just think about it.

the story of pants

Anissa Mayhew — Mon, 21 Mar 2011 16:52:00 +0000

This falls into that WAY TMI category, but I have to tell the tmi for it all to make sense.

Sorry.

Not sex, Mom.

Months ago I asked my therapists a questions I figured they would have a solution for.

“When you only have one arm to hold you, how do you pull you pull your pants down so you can go to the bathroom?”

Lots of answers, right?

None.

Nada.

Zip.

Zero.

I was floored that there was no solution.

But I was even MORE amazed that in all their combined years of therapy, no one had asked about a basic function.

This was a fundamental part of independence.

Something EVERYONE does.

I had to come up with my own solution.

I tried several types of underwear. Then found the ones that pulled to the side.

Then I did what was know (in my world) as the Bathing Suit Method.

I wore dresses.

Skirts that could be tucked into my bra.

This worked for a long time.

Then I started practicing standing on two feet.

Balancing on two legs.

And the I did this….

Ok.

This picture is important for a few reasons.

*The picture of the floor shows my shadow and the fact that I was standing

*I f I took a picture with my cell phone camera while standing then I wasn’t holding onto ANYTHING

*That was the longest I had stood, without support, since November 2009

**Those two odd tiles are where they widened the doorway!!! (which is totally off-topic, but cool!)**

Since I make this breakthrough of trusting my right leg to hold me, and gave my left arm some freedom I’ve done something major.

I can take my underwear OFF.

I’ve started wearing pants again.

When summer comes this year, I will pull on my own shorts.

Maybe I’ll take a picture of them.