Inching towards Normal
Jan. 28th, 2013 02:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
miss_lucy21Today is the kind of day where I really wish there were such things as very, very temporary handicap placards that one can use when their generally invisible/not bothersome disability becomes temporarily more visible/bothersome. Because while 99.9% of the time, I don't need parking accommodations, or really, any accommodations, today I kind of do. Because walking across the parking lot was, shall we say, Not Fun. At least it's in the 40s today, because it would have been much worse if it were colder. I can at least breathe through my nose again about 90% of the time, which is a vast improvement. Fortunately, at most of my errands that I forced myself to get out and go do, I was able to get a close in spot or not actually get out of the car. It was only the library (which has a terrible parking lot anyway) that was really a problem.
And I have to say, that the errands were not so bad as I had been anticipating. I had to go renew my driver's license because my birthday is this week. I'd meant to do it last week so I wouldn't have to deal with the crowd of people who waited until the last minute to get their tags renewed, etc. at the end of the month, but well, last week was a lost cause. So, I put some makeup on so I'd look a little less like I've been communing with the Undead (I don't wear makeup generally unless I'm trying to conform to Professional Competent Adult Appearance Standards. 97% of the people I deal with on a daily basis don't give a flying fuck about my conforming to said standards, so most of the time I don't bother) and went down to the Deputy Registrar. I was pleasantly surprised that there was hardly a line (maybe 4 people ahead of me). Also, the woman renewing my license 1) didn't try to make me take my glasses off for the vision test, 2) didn't need the seventy five pieces of documentation I'd brought with me for changing my address on my license, because I'd already filed a change of address when I moved in 2011 and 3) didn't blink when I told her the weight on my license was wrong and then gave her a number that was roughly 90 pounds more than the number that had previously been on there (I did not gain 90 pounds in 4 years. I hadn't been the weight on my license in at least 10 years. I'd left it on there as a "goal" weight, but now I wanted my actual weight on the license because I'm working on not being ashamed that I'm fat. But it does say something about how society is really bad at judging what fat looks like, since no one ever seemed to think the weight on my license was unrealistic based on what I look like). I was also glad I remembered to stop at the ATM before going down there, because they don't take debit cards and I flat out refuse to write a check made out to the fucking asshole who is currently State Treasurer, even if I'd had my checkbook with me. Ahem.
So, then I went to the library, where all of the close in spots were taken and I had to loop around the lot a few times until someone in the first bank of spaces was pulling out because today, I do not have the ability to schlep it from the far reaches of the lot. Particularly not when carrying a half full bag of books to be returned. This is the part about being asthmatic that I really, really hate. I don't mind taking my meds every day (I mind how expensive they are, but that has more to do with the state of health care in this country than anything else). I don't mind needing to be aware of potential triggers and carry my inhaler and wear a MedicAlert bracelet. Hell, I don't even notice those things, most days. I do, however, get really annoyed when my ability to breathe has an impact on commonplace things like walking across the damn parking lot. I do get annoyed when it takes me three weeks longer than the average person to recover from being sick. I am annoyed that I'm probably not going to be able to workout this week, when I'm only 2 months away from the triathlon I'm training for.
Fortunately, at the post office and the drug store, I didn't have to get out of the car. Because by the time I got to those, I was getting pretty worn out. I'm eating now because I hadn't since I got up (I get very bad about food when I'm sick. Nothing tastes good, and I'm not hungry, so I don't eat much). And then I am going to go take yet another nap.
And I have to say, that the errands were not so bad as I had been anticipating. I had to go renew my driver's license because my birthday is this week. I'd meant to do it last week so I wouldn't have to deal with the crowd of people who waited until the last minute to get their tags renewed, etc. at the end of the month, but well, last week was a lost cause. So, I put some makeup on so I'd look a little less like I've been communing with the Undead (I don't wear makeup generally unless I'm trying to conform to Professional Competent Adult Appearance Standards. 97% of the people I deal with on a daily basis don't give a flying fuck about my conforming to said standards, so most of the time I don't bother) and went down to the Deputy Registrar. I was pleasantly surprised that there was hardly a line (maybe 4 people ahead of me). Also, the woman renewing my license 1) didn't try to make me take my glasses off for the vision test, 2) didn't need the seventy five pieces of documentation I'd brought with me for changing my address on my license, because I'd already filed a change of address when I moved in 2011 and 3) didn't blink when I told her the weight on my license was wrong and then gave her a number that was roughly 90 pounds more than the number that had previously been on there (I did not gain 90 pounds in 4 years. I hadn't been the weight on my license in at least 10 years. I'd left it on there as a "goal" weight, but now I wanted my actual weight on the license because I'm working on not being ashamed that I'm fat. But it does say something about how society is really bad at judging what fat looks like, since no one ever seemed to think the weight on my license was unrealistic based on what I look like). I was also glad I remembered to stop at the ATM before going down there, because they don't take debit cards and I flat out refuse to write a check made out to the fucking asshole who is currently State Treasurer, even if I'd had my checkbook with me. Ahem.
So, then I went to the library, where all of the close in spots were taken and I had to loop around the lot a few times until someone in the first bank of spaces was pulling out because today, I do not have the ability to schlep it from the far reaches of the lot. Particularly not when carrying a half full bag of books to be returned. This is the part about being asthmatic that I really, really hate. I don't mind taking my meds every day (I mind how expensive they are, but that has more to do with the state of health care in this country than anything else). I don't mind needing to be aware of potential triggers and carry my inhaler and wear a MedicAlert bracelet. Hell, I don't even notice those things, most days. I do, however, get really annoyed when my ability to breathe has an impact on commonplace things like walking across the damn parking lot. I do get annoyed when it takes me three weeks longer than the average person to recover from being sick. I am annoyed that I'm probably not going to be able to workout this week, when I'm only 2 months away from the triathlon I'm training for.
Fortunately, at the post office and the drug store, I didn't have to get out of the car. Because by the time I got to those, I was getting pretty worn out. I'm eating now because I hadn't since I got up (I get very bad about food when I'm sick. Nothing tastes good, and I'm not hungry, so I don't eat much). And then I am going to go take yet another nap.
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