Happy Solstice, everyone. My brother is about to leave for Australia and New Zealand, where the inhabitants are experiencing some strange weather phenomenon called “summer.” Apparently, these people are able to stay outside for extended periods without fearing that their tear ducts may freeze over. What a strange and exotic place. Meanwhile, i may have to rethink my policy on gloves. I usually don’t wear gloves in the winter because, as I’ve previously noted, I’m the toughest gimp on the block. But the other night I was walking home from a bar with some friends and we were a couple blocks from my building when I began to wonder whether my hands were still attached to my arms. In fact, a couple of my fingertips are still a bit numb and tingly. I just hope that my nurses don’t start cramming my hands into mittens. I still have my dignity, damnit.
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Would somebody please invent gloves that are easy to get on for crips? I have a firm no mitten policy (I’m an adult and will not be mittened, dammit) but having an attendant put on gloves is a laborious affair involving much yanking, adjusting, fingers sticking out at odd angles and the occasional broken fingernail.
Maybe I should just get a fur muff and be done with it.