Bbg You’re Not Ugly, You Just Don’t Know How To Carry Yourself.

I love when symptoms act up randomly, like why is my hip hurting randomly you haven't done any hard work in two days..

A bunch of resources I've found as I've been learning about canes and how to use them ...

➡️ Physiopedia - types of canes, types of handles/grips, and how to use your cane

➡️ Mayo Clinic - How to size your cane, how to walk with it, and how to go up and down stairs

➡️ Pathways - Signs you might need a mobility aid

🎥 Video by Vive Health - demonstration of correct sizing and how to position your cane when walking, featuring a quad cane

🎥 Video by Orthopedic One - longer demonstration of how to walk with cane as well as demonstration of how to go up and down stairs

➡️ Web MD - what a cane is useful for, 3 types of cane, and how to use a cane (including how to go between standing and sitting)

🎥 Front Row with Ed and Elizabeth - how not to use a cane

➡️ Seniors Mobility - How does a cane help, how to walk with a cane, how to use a cane for balance, how a cane can help with back pain, and when you might need crutches instead

➡️ Med Plus Health - Canes vs walkers/rollators

Please feel free to reblog and add to this list or let me know if you've got a better resource for any of these topics ✌️

Hey you, friendly reminder that using spoons on a hobby or something that brings you joy is just as important as doing those chores your brain is beating you up over. I double dip pinky promise.

biggest thing that pisses me off is people trying to talk someone out of a mobility aid, first off; what makes you think you know their needs more than them? what makes you think you know the amount of pain, imbalance, fatigue, etc symptoms they're going through?? Are you living in their body? NO!

in a song i heard the lyrics

“he only loves me when I rot with him”

and those words tested their way through my being until they rested in the wound I cannot touch, cannot heal, and cannot see.

Rotting

love

two words i’ve often always associated with eachother despite a part of me believing in the purity of love.

A purity i reach for but cannot touch, perhaps one i never can.

“he” only loves me when i rot with “him”

when my eyes lose light as the mention of his name and i have to remind myself that i’m no longer rotting.

But it’s hard to believe that when a part of you is still stained in his sheets, when the taste is still in your mouth, when you see him when you close your eyes.

rotting

when my bones pierced my skin, my body rejecting what he gives me, shaking, when he gets near.

He only loves me when I rot when i’m sick

when he can manipulate and lie

with him.

Casually daydreaming about the mobility aids I think would help me, ya know, like every able bodied person does.

—Ursula K. Le Guin, from a 1988 interview, collected in Ursula K. Le Guin: The Last Interview: and Other Conversations (Melville House, 2019)

Always help someone. you might be the only one that does.

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