"Your illness does not define you. Your strength and courage does" Unknown
The purpose of this blog isn't the Shit Ass Disease, it' is part of it but it is mainly a way for Emerson
and Truett to know me a little better when they get older, to explore my love and dislikes (like that
needs exploring) and to share my ride through life. that I know about the Shit Ass Disease. I asked Dr. Appel a Shit Ass Disease specialist in Houston,Texas what causes the Shit Ass Disease? Now Dr. Appel is 82 years old and has dedicated his life tothe Shit Ass Disease and teaching. He looked at the two poor interns who were shaking in their Dansko's and asked Dr. Whatever, can you answer Mrs. Cook's question? Dr. Whatever was NOT expecting to be asked a question (found out later he was new) stood there a little dumbfounded then said he didn't know. Dr. Appel looked at intern number two, "Dr. Whatever number two, what causes the Shit Ass Disease"? Dr. Whatever went into a long story of well we do not know. WRONG Dr. Appel gently said. He looked at me and said people who get the Shit Ass Disease have one Shit Ass Disease gene. Other disease's have many genes. He went on to say this, it is the environment. He said the gene loads the gun the environment pulls the trigger. That pretty much sums it up in my opinion. You had to feel sorry for the poor interns that shook every time they were in the room with Dr. Appel but we would crack up every time they left the room.
Falling. You have to find humor in the falling. My first fall came after a three hour wine lunch with a dear friend of mine Dar. She pulled up in front of my house in her ginormous Escalade to drop me off. I opened the door, stepped out and went strait to my ass. I'm sure the neighbors were entertained if nothing else. Sprained my foot then enters the crutches.
My next fall was much more graceful. It was a beautiful day, thought I would pour a nice full glass of wine and go get in the pool. I was too cool for school. Did I mention there is four steps down to my pool? So I take the first step and next thing I know I am flying down the stairs, my wine glass is flying through the air and there I am on my ass again. Now there is two disturbing things about this fall. One it was a full glass of wine. Was is the operative word here. Two I was home alone and no one saw the fall. I personally gave it a 10 but that's like the fish that was THIS big! Enters the "Rollator". The next fall was pretty graceful as well. I simply got out of bed and went strait to the floor. I'm sure my husband thought it was the ambien so he just looked at me like stop taking pills (whatever). Re-sprained my foot and thought I broke my knee,
Enters the wheelchair. I find much comfort in the wheelchair knowing I am probably not going to fall from it.
My next fall was much more graceful. It was a beautiful day, thought I would pour a nice full glass of wine and go get in the pool. I was too cool for school. Did I mention there is four steps down to my pool? So I take the first step and next thing I know I am flying down the stairs, my wine glass is flying through the air and there I am on my ass again. Now there is two disturbing things about this fall. One it was a full glass of wine. Was is the operative word here. Two I was home alone and no one saw the fall. I personally gave it a 10 but that's like the fish that was THIS big! Enters the "Rollator". The next fall was pretty graceful as well. I simply got out of bed and went strait to the floor. I'm sure my husband thought it was the ambien so he just looked at me like stop taking pills (whatever). Re-sprained my foot and thought I broke my knee,
Enters the wheelchair. I find much comfort in the wheelchair knowing I am probably not going to fall from it.
Roll on
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