Wheelistically @ Claire.NU

In recent times it has come to my atten­tion that my CP dia­gnosis is indeed incorrect.

Some deep soul-searching whilst being seduced by the wiles of spir­itual wil­der­ness, has enlightened me to the fact that my lower limbs are not fit for walk­ing due simply to the inher­ent deform­it­ies caused by the over­whelm­ing amount of time my feet spend in my mouth.

It’s God’s way of keep­ing me humble, you see. I’ve no need to make a point of repent­ing, it’s all built into the sys­tem. It’s like he looks down, sees I’m get­ting a bit car­ried away and instead of requir­ing an apo­logy; simply dis­misses me with the wave of his hand, shrug­ging it off with a rolling of the eyes and sigh­ing a weary “Oh, no mat­ter, she’ll do some­thing bloody stu­pid in a minute that will humi­li­ate her into indef­in­ite silence/inaction or, at least until she thinks everyone’s for­got­ten and are now busy arch­ing their eye­brows at some­body else”…

Nor­mal ser­vice will resume shortly.