A bagel

People sometimes have questions. I’ll answer some as I think of them. Feel free to ask. Even privately. These are things that are just usual to me so I tend not to even think about these things. So I sometimes forget. A few people in my life will flat out ask and know I wouldn’t be offended. I love when people feel comfortable enough to ask me anything. People say that they don’t want to make me feel awkward but it’s usually really because they feel awkward asking. I also hate when people act like I’m fragile or talk to me like I’m a baby. I’m in a wheelchair, not a stroller. I love when people yell and talk slow like I’m a moron. I guess it’s a good thing that they think I’m stupid so they aren’t offended when I laugh in their face. One good thing about it is that it weeds out the jerks right away. The best is people who don’t know how to act so they just pretend that you’re not there. What is that?! Even toddlers don’t do that. If I was sitting on a couch, I’m good, but if I’m sitting in a wheelchair, I’m suddenly a freak? I don’t have to tell you what that says about you and it’s so hurtful.
There are things people assume that they know the answer to so they don’t need to ask and there are things that are too insignificant to even bother asking.
At one point this month, I ended up in underwear while cleaning a rug in the bathtub, in my flooded bathroom and I lost control of the handheld shower so it sprayed the kitchen walls too. It’s never a dull moment here but one thing I can tell you is that I’m usually laughing about it. No matter how bad. It’s like a 3 stooges episode most of the time over here.
There are so many bad, serious things in this world and they are inevitable. Just because I laugh at everything doesn’t mean that I don’t take things seriously. I worry about things more than average but I can be mad, sad or whatever later. To me, there’s nothing more important than the people I’m with at the moment. That’s what takes priority over everything! There’s nothing more important to me than other people!

People always ask me why I don’t cook a lot.
I try to use the oven or microwave and not the stovetop. Not only might I knock something over or burn myself but my normal reaction time has slowed and my natural instincts take over- they are fast and drastic. So I’ll mess other things up as a result (like dominoes) or I’ll accidentally drop something on the burner which, with my luck, will create toxic fumes 😂😂
See, I worry more than average.
I drink tea everyday and if anyone saw me making it….omg!! I hold it with an oven mitt and at arms length. Not because I’m scared of anything but I know my reflexes and if hot water touches me, logically I’m calm and fine but my natural reflexes are very elementary. Before my brain rationalizes, my caveman instincts think – hot = bad. So I might end up with a teapot hole in my wall! That would suck but I’m just laughing at the thought.
I also make my tea in the sink because I spill.
Instead of telling you all about why I don’t cook often, I’ll give you an example and you can form your own opinions about it.
I’m from NY so bagels were a usual thing when growing up and bring back such good memories from my life. My favorite is everything bagels. The other day, I thought a bagel would be a nice treat. A bagel, a treat 😂😂
So a toasted bagel was gonna be my dinner.
Frozen bagels aren’t great compared to fresh but something is better than nothing.
I’m definitely not complaining because I’m grateful for everything but I’ll include most steps so you can understand why.
So I get the butter out to put by the stove. Because of my need to sit, unlock my chair, go get things I need, go back, lock my chair and balance to stand every time I need something, I try to make sure I have everything I need.
I get the knives I use and try to put them next to the stove but they fall on the floor so I have to go wash them. After that, I get the bagels out of the freezer and go to the stove to put foil on a cookie sheet. I get the bagel out which drops on the stove so there are seeds everywhere and I hate mess. I have to microwave it for a few seconds to loosen it up to cut because it isn’t precut. I use these plastic knives because otherwise I might be missing fingers 😂
It’s something a toddler would use but it’s better than the alternative. I use regular knives with meals but use these for the big stuff.
Here’s a picture of the knives….

I’m not including a link because I don’t have any particular seller to recommend but I definitely recommend these knives in general.

I like being as independent as possible. I’m the type- the more someone says I can’t, the more I love proving them wrong.

So this takes forever with a plastic knife and gets seeds everywhere!
Then I sit, unlock, put it in the oven and put the timer on.
I put a paper towel on the counter so I can wipe any butter off my hands because anything on my hands gets on my wheelchair and butter might make it too slippery to unlock. When it’s done, I put butter on.
The buttery knife fell and got butter everywhere, including the oven mitts. So I spread the rest of the butter with my fingers
So by the time I get the butter everywhere, it’s cold so I now have to microwave it which makes it soggy.
So I do that while putting everything away and cleaning up. I finally have a finished, soggy bagel. I purposely get paper plates with sides because trying to carry food in a wheelchair is challenging. So I take my cold, soggy bagel to go watch tv and the plate falls but luckily one quarter of bagel didn’t fall so I tried it and it tasted like cold, soggy pizza.
And that’s why it’s sometimes easier making a lean cuisine 😉
I intended to include all the steps so you could see but it got me mad and frustrated all over again. You know it’s bad when your own story annoys you 😂😂

Again, I’m definitely not complaining but sometimes a story is better for understanding something than excuses are. I’m not a total dumpster fire. More often, nothing at all goes wrong but describing those days wouldn’t explain anything. There are days you feel like you’re flying with your guardian angel and then there are days when it feels like someone somewhere must have a voodoo doll of you and is sticking pins in it before throwing it down the stairs where their dog finds you and thinks it’s a great chew toy.