“May you live in interesting times.” That was the ambiguous fortune I pulled out of a cookie after a recent Chinese dinner. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but days later, it popped into my head as I was scrolling through one of the many SCI/D forums on Facebook.
My friend David and I are navigating a dirt trail alongside the Adams River in British Columbia on the lookout for salmon. “Just around the corner there are a bunch on a different path. I think we can get your wheelchair there,” says David. “Should be no problem.” “No problem” is a possible overstatement.
Q. I’m currently tending quarter-sized burns on each knee, which I now realize happened when I was warming myself near a wood stove. Are there any online resources that list potential winter skin dangers?
Are there any groups for those of us with SCI undergoing divorce? And do you know of any resources to help me with my immediate needs and lifestyle changes?
Fragrant Foul. The basketball arena my college played in was about a mile from my dorm. When you love basketball like I did, pushing my chair to games didn’t seem too bad. I happened to know a girl who liked basketball too.
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