Life With A Side Of Autism

LIFE WITH A SIDE OF AUTISM

Tuesday, May 29, 2018

Forgetting Your Child In A Car: Don't Think It Can't Happen To You



Over the weekend, someone in a Facebook group I belong to posted a link to an article with helpful tips to keep you from accidentally leaving your baby in a hot car. It suggested putting your laptop bag, purse, or cellphone in the backseat so that you're forced to open the back door and look in the back seat.

Unfortunately, the poster added this comment: "What kind of idiot leaves their kid in the car?"

"A drug addict, probably," added another commenter.

"If you have to put your cellphone in the backseat to keep from forgetting your child, you've got major problems," another chimed in.

Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Some Days, You Just Can't



It's been a rough week.


My pain level went from about an 8 on a scale from 1 to 10 to somewhere around 12 and decided to hang out there.


Paperwork and red tape and circuitous logic from the insurance companies I'm dealing with is making my head swim, and believe me my head is swimming enough with some of the medication they've got me on.


All of this with the book deadline approaching, and a return to the day job looming on the not so far away horizon.

Thee honest truth? I need to be on a beach somewhere. Like, for the rest of my life. But I don't get that life I get this one, and once I'm over this hump I'll make the most of it. It's just slow going right now.


Thanks for listening to me whine. I promise, we'll get back to our regularly scheduled programming soon.

Tuesday, May 15, 2018

5 Great Sites For History Lovers





One of the big perks of being a writer is I get to indulge my addiction to history and cultures. I've always sworn that if I hadn't studied the arts, I would have been a cultural anthropologist. History is about stories, after all - of people, of places, of the things that were cherished, or left behind, or passed down. Fascinating stuff.

Anyway, during my research travels across the web, I'm come across some great collections and archive sites. You can fall down a rabbit hole into each one of these and not connect with reality for several hours.

Friday, May 11, 2018

It's Friday! Let's Kick The Weekend Off With A Whole Bunch Of NOPE


It took you a minute to feel the full horror of that pic, didn't it?  Now you probably want to go wash your hand, but there's no time for that - we've got a great big wonderful world of NOPE to explore!

I'm sure you'll want to look your best before our journey - better get a haircut:


Tuesday, May 8, 2018

Being An Introvert Makes For Difficulty - Married Or Single



One of the many things that affected our relationship back in my married days was the fact that I was an introvert and married a social butterfly. While my idea of a great evening was being cuddled up on the couch next to him eating food that had preferably been delivered or picked up on the way home from work, his idea of a great night was being out somewhere - a restaurant, a movie, or a bar (not that he was some sort of drunk or anything he just like the festive atmosphere of being at a bar with his friends). 

Happy hours were his forté, while to me they were a form of personal torture. First of all, I don't drink much - mainly because I'm a lightweight and I don't especially like the feeling of being drunk. So there I am at a happy hour nursing one drink over the course of however long I'm stuck there, making small, talk standing around because there's almost never anywhere to sit. I don't play pool either - so unless there's a wicked trivia contest going there's really not much to interest me at a bar for more than about half an hour.

Friday, May 4, 2018

Time For A Little More Bathroom Humor!



This is the third bathroom humor post I've done now, and it boggles my mind that there's enough bathroom fodder to keep on going with this. I am flush with bathroom fodder! Flush, I tell you! And on that note, away we go . . .

This apartment was billed as a "one bed efficiency."



Thursday, May 3, 2018

Settling Into The New Normal



It's amazing how resilient a human being can be. Friday will be two months since I had my stroke, and now I'm settling in to what I call The New Normal.

The New Normal means it's going to take me twice as long and sometimes three times, to do anything. Cooking dinner? Twice as long to chop the vegetables, twice as long to get the packaging open on any kind of meat or side item, twice as long to pack the leftovers away to container, all because it all has to be done one-handed.

Going to the movies? Or the Mall? I'll need my cane - its a visual signal in a busy place that I'm going to be moving slowly, so give me some room, please. I wear my arm sling, too even without the cane because my awkward arm frequently unbalances me with the way it swings.

Tuesday, May 1, 2018

Healthy Eating Is Now Part Of My Glamorous Lifestyle


Ever since I got out of the hospital, I have been reveling in a world of decent edible food. After three weeks on a hospital diet ,my palate has altered dramatically - and that's a good thing. To say I used to be a salt-aholic would be an understatement. I'm telling you, I would salt my mother before I kissed her. Eating something is simple as fried chicken involved peeling the skin off (because chicken skin is gross) and then salting the meat underneath. In addition to that, I poured an extra pile of salt on my plate to dip the chicken into. I'm not kidding about any of that. When I was a kid, if we had ham at Easter or Christmas, I would salt my ham. So, yeah, the salt thing was a bit extreme.

Now that I know my stroke was partially caused by undiagnosed high blood pressure, I look at salt with very different eyes. It's impossible to eliminate it entirely from your diet, but whoa Nelly, have I cut back. When we go to the movies I allow myself one small fistful of popcorn and that's it. Mexican food? Three tortilla chips with salsa and that's it. And as far as the salt shaker goes at home, I get one shake on whatever it is I'm eating, and the list of things I give salt to has been easily cut by two-thirds.

I am also adding more fruits and vegetables into my diet. The problem is, all of this requires a lot of prep time, cutting and chopping vegetables, figuring out how I want to combine them and season them with the grilled chicken or lean meat on cooking them with or with the quinoa I'm serving them over. And that my friends, is work - and a lot of it. My fatigue level is still pretty high, and I'm also still on a strong dose of muscle relaxesr that isn't necessarily conducive to holding a large, sharp kitchen knife.