It’s Not Goodbye, It’s Ta-Ta

I’m fortunate not to have to suffered many losses in my 31 years on the planet. I’m talking about family members. Sure, I wish I knew my paternal grandparents, who passed away when I was very young, but I feel like I know them through pictures and stories Dad tells. My aunt even says that I have Grandma Mary Ann’s button nose! I guess I will always have a part of the grandmother I never knew.

But losses don’t have to be family members to affect you deeply (I will do my best to hold it together). My physical medicine doctor–which is a specialty that provides care to the disabled, trying to improve the quality of life for them–is retiring in July.


Me and Dr. B.

Dr. Murray Brandstater changed my life. I remember laying in a hospital bed at fifteen realizing that I was now disabled. I thought my life was over. With Dr. B’s help, I now understood that it was just a new chapter, not the end!

And I’m actually happier now! Thank you, Dr. B.

So Ridiculous I Forgot to Laugh, Part 2


Okay, on with my rant:

It is an absolute shame that anyone would even think of doing that. I realize there might be legitimate reasons—maybe panic attacks or severe anxiety—that your furry friend needs to be by your side. However, I am talking about cheats. They ruin it for everyone.

They rent wheelchairs at Disneyland just so they’re first in line at Space Mountain or still hang a disabled placard from their mirror even though it is their spouse’s, however they aren’t even with them.

Cheats should have to compensate every airline they have essentially stolen from. Plus an extra fine.