Broken

Setter-offer of metal detectors
Heir to the throne of wheels
Wielder of the mystical cane sword

Dylan Debilitatam will return . . .

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Anatomy lumbar spine 1Tomorrow morning I’m having back surgery to help with pain, numbness, and weakness in my legs that have resulted from a tobogganing accident I suffered in 2003.

On the one hand, I’m kind of excited at the possibility of moving past this particular stage of my life, but I know this surgery won’t give me back anything I’ve lost: loss of feeling from damaged spinal nerves, which reveal themselves in the sides of my legs, top and bottom of my feet, my left thigh, both my shins, etc..) My lack of balance isn’t likely to improve, either, but I’ve learned to live with this annoyance. Nor is this surgery to help with back pain. That is something I’m quite bummed about, but for different reasons I’ll write about another time.

What this particular surgery is supposed to help is the weak, rubbery feeling I get in my legs. It’s tough to describe . . . sort of like having sprinted for 20 minutes and your legs are exhausted, but you’re not tired or out of breath. It comes on very sudden–sometimes as soon as I wake up; other times it comes after a few kilometres of walking, or merely walking to the mailbox 100 metres away; and there are those lucky days where I don’t notice it. This is a result of the signals from my brain not making it to my legs, likely by pressure on my spinal cord. Continue reading

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The hotel and the hooker (or was she?)

barIt was 11 p.m. at the hotel lounge along Chicago’s Magnificent Mile. A woman robed in silky blacks, accented with a refulgent orange scarf approaches the bar a few seats down from where I’m sitting, and asks for a glass of pinot grigio. As the bartender fixes her drink, she turns and smiles at me, says ‘hi,’ and I reply, “you’re a prostitute aren’t you.” It wasn’t a question, but a testament to my own social retardation. She lets out an incredulous gasp and storms off, drink in hand. The bartender says I’ve had enough.

Yup. Dying alone.

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Grief

Oh for fuck's sake, Charlie Brown. Aren't you over your grief yet?!

Oh for fuck’s sake, Charlie Brown. Get a grip!

Losing someone or something important is both painful and emotionally tumultuous. It might feel like the pain and sadness being experienced will never surpass, but it probably will. The shortness of breath, or the inability to focus; the loss of appetite, the tiredness and weakness, and the sense of despair that lingers in the air . . . these are normal reactions to a loss; these feelings are colloquially referred to as grief.

Often times, grief is associated with the death of a loved one, but any loss can precipitate it, including moving or the selling of a home, the death of a family pet, or the loss of a job. Or maybe it’s something less tangible or quantifiable, such as the ending of a storied friendship, the loss of a dream, or the loss of hope.

Grieving is a highly individual and personal experience. How one grieves depends on many factors, including their personality, life experience, or maybe their faith. How one grieves should not be judged or dictated by others, nor should it be interfered with unless asked. Continue reading

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New Year’s delusions

New Year’s resolutions: hollow, empty lies we promise ourselves at the beginning of the year, which are all but forgotten by Groundhog Day.

Usually I don’t buy into this kind of nonsense, but this year I played along while attending a New Year’s Day dinner; everybody listed his or her New Year’s resolution while sitting around a dinner table, and I thought it would be impolite if I told everybody to fuck off.

Thus, the idea was put forth from my very lips that perhaps I should work on getting a life this year:

“My New Year’s resolution is to cut back on the reading/movies/solitude and engage in more social ventures.” Continue reading

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The homeless perception

Imagine you had no place to go during the day—everyday. You spend your time wandering the streets, with a lack of expediency or purpose, waiting for the day’s clock to run out and for the sun to set, until such time you are allowed to sleep in a bed, if there’s one available. The next day a repeat of the last. And every day after.

On the streets you’re a shadow, a ghost. Passersby ignore you. They avoid eye contact, or display disdain at your situation. They call you lazy or useless, tell you to get a job. Others are disgusted at your situation: begging for money, digging through trash for bottles—‘how can someone live like that?

What would you do all day? You make friends with people in similar situations; you develop a route to walk every day, the familiarity and comfort of your route giving you some kind of warped solace.

A mental illness, physical disability, substance abuse or family violence situation has left you on your own. You have nowhere to go, are unable or unknowing how to reach out for help.

You have fallen between the cracks. Continue reading

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Walls

This is a wall. I did not build this wall.

This is a wall. I did not build this wall.

This week seemed particularly crazy.

First the bombing in Boston, then ricin being sent to a US Senator, then the explosion of a fertilizer plant in Texas, and finally the shooting of a cop at MIT and the ensuing manhunt for the shooters who were alleged to be connected to the bombing earlier in the week.

While I kind of feel like I should be marking my door with lamb’s blood or something–you know, just in case–these events haven’t really struck a chord with me emotionally. Continue reading

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Ever get the feeling you’re talking to someone who thinks they’re better than you?

tumblr_mc96fn5QFo1qk5pyio1_500An odd thing happened this morning. A girl who has been sitting next to me in one of my classes since day one, seems to have found better friends.

It was the last day of classes today. We were talking about the final exam, and I could see this person making a ‘yeah, I’m trapped talking to this loser’ look to one of her friends as she passed by us. This isn’t me with some kind of inferiority complex here. I notice people’s actions, listen to and hear their words, and body language tells a story in itself.

The gesture was in plain sight, but either this person thought I was too thick to notice, or thought herself too clever to get caught. Regardless, I saw it, and she saw me see it, and I could tell she knew I saw. I think she felt bad for a split second, but that seemed to pass almost immediately.

I was taken aback, and kind of hurt. An ‘ah, so this is how it is’ feeling dropped from my chest to my stomach, and on my way home, feeling dejected, I realized I shouldn’t be surprised in the least. This person is in their early 20s, comparatively immature and shallow, and is probably facing the zillions of pressures that come along with being that age. In an unforgiving game of Socialization where one wrong move will make or break you, being associated with people who don’t jive with the image you’re trying to create only works against you.

Unfortunately, that apparently happens to be me this time.

I’d like to think when I was younger, I didn’t walk all over people like that.

Life goes on . . .

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