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I vote that morning classes be abolished, effective immediately.
So far, so good. Tuesday, the utility of my finely crafted piece of wood was enhanced greatly by addition of a cane-end. (I didn't even know they sold those, but you can get them at a drugstore. Go figure.) It no longer slips on smooth flooring like tile or concrete. Most of the time, the extra information from my grip on the stick seems to compensate for whatever part of my balance system isn't pulling its own weight. Additionally, I'm no longer risking the problem of finding myself in some place without handholds, too dizzy to stand unassisted.
Walking takes longer than bicycling, and I can't drag around as much stuff. Because walking takes longer, I can't nip home between classes or for lunch. That means I need to carry more stuff, or buy it along the way. The one is unkind to my back, the other is unkind to my wallet. I've been trying to thread a middle path between them. Passover is going to throw me back on the former, almost entirely.
People notice a charcoal-black stick that's almost as tall as the person holding it. So far, I've gotten two gratuitous comparisons to Gandalf, a startled reaction from a veteran just returned from Afghanistan (I'd somehow caught his peripheral vision just wrong for him to think it was a weapon), a few compliments from people using canes, and a bunch of surprised reactions that I'm using such a tall staff. I've spent a fair bit of time explaining to the lattermost set that a too-short walking stick forces bad posture. A surpising number of people don't seem to realize that.
A week from today, I have an appointment with a different neurologist than I was originally referred to. The first guy and my GP apparently couldn't agree on which of them was responsible for persuading my insurance to pay for what.
I've also asked my DRC consultant about what resources they can offer me if the dizziness problem turns out to be permanent. She's supposed to get back to me sometime next week.
Walking takes longer than bicycling, and I can't drag around as much stuff. Because walking takes longer, I can't nip home between classes or for lunch. That means I need to carry more stuff, or buy it along the way. The one is unkind to my back, the other is unkind to my wallet. I've been trying to thread a middle path between them. Passover is going to throw me back on the former, almost entirely.
People notice a charcoal-black stick that's almost as tall as the person holding it. So far, I've gotten two gratuitous comparisons to Gandalf, a startled reaction from a veteran just returned from Afghanistan (I'd somehow caught his peripheral vision just wrong for him to think it was a weapon), a few compliments from people using canes, and a bunch of surprised reactions that I'm using such a tall staff. I've spent a fair bit of time explaining to the lattermost set that a too-short walking stick forces bad posture. A surpising number of people don't seem to realize that.
A week from today, I have an appointment with a different neurologist than I was originally referred to. The first guy and my GP apparently couldn't agree on which of them was responsible for persuading my insurance to pay for what.
I've also asked my DRC consultant about what resources they can offer me if the dizziness problem turns out to be permanent. She's supposed to get back to me sometime next week.
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