Disabled Rights Are Human Rights

9 Nov

As another week creeps by in my healing journey, I am reminded of a friend, Nora. Nora and I worked together in Texas, traveled for work and for awhile shared an office. Nora had polio as a child and lives with no use of one of her legs. During the ten or so years we worked together, I was aware of her leg brace and watched her go from using a cane, to crutches, and after a fall, a wheelchair and walker. Since my accident and loss of use in my leg, she has been much on my mind.

My friend Nora.

Once we were traveling together and I got to see first hand her daily experience as a person with a disability. I had sprained my ankle at the time and was using a walking boot to hobble about. Nora insisted against my objection that I use a wheelchair to get through the airport. I remember feeling embarrassed. I saw how people with disabilities, even temporary ones are made to feel less than.

At the office, Nora worked a later shift and often arrived at work to find all the handicapped parking spaces occupied. She had to fight with administrators to get a designated parking space. Her car was her legs.

In front of our building there was a dip in the curb supposedly to act as access for anyone with difficulties climbing a step. The trouble was, there was a drain that always clogged after a rain, right where the curb opening was. This caused water to pool and made the ramp impossible to walk or roll through. Nora had been fighting for years to get the drain cleaned regularly or moved, to no avail. It seemed like she was always fighting for the smallest accommodation.

I have been out of the house once in the past seven weeks. It is impossible to get around as a disabled person in Mexico. The sidewalks are a death trap even for able bodied people. Accommodations are almost nonexistent. When our local hospital put in ramps, they had chains which blocked people from using them! I unhooked the chains every time I passed by. Finally the barriers were removed. We will all experience handicaps in one form or another in our lives. The US has The American With Disabilities Act, human rights that were fought for long and hard.

I highly recommend this movie on Netflix.

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Discoveries Of The Bed Bound

3 Nov

Figuring out how to spend my time as I head into three additional weeks of R & R is a challenge. Thank God for Netflix where I have discovered Korean cinema. With a plethora of drama, romance and horror (I don’t do scary) I’m probably late to the game. Three programs have captured my interest or at least have kept me from loosing my mind.

  1. The Extraordinary Attorney Woo
Attorney Woo to the far right.

My favorite by a mile, Attorney Woo is a young woman entering her first professional job as a person with autism. The program captures attention with drama and sweet romance. It was almost binge worthy but I chose to stretch it out. I do hope they have a second season.

2. Culinary Class Wars

While I’m a sucker for cooking shows, this is my first foray into foreign reality cooking. Dubbed in English, both Michelin star chefs aka white spoons and lesser known black spoons compete in grueling cook-offs. The best one included a mound of tofu. While I didn’t know a lot of the ingredients, I’m ready to pack my bags for a taste-testing trip to Korea.

3) Physical 100

A reality show featuring world class athletes, body builders, martial artists and even actors who go up against each other to prove their physical prowess. I love how the show includes their internal dialogue which features a lot of trash talk and overly inflated self-confidence. As participants are winnowed from 100 to a final winner in both individual and team challenges, there are many exhausting twists and turns. Your ally becomes your enemy in a matter of minutes.

My surgeon has relegated me to bed rest for another three weeks before taking an additional diagnostic X-ray. Plenty of time to continue to explore the world of Korean cinema.

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Not My Fault

27 Oct

It’s so easy to blame myself for the last two months’ trauma. “If onlies” run through my head. If only I had paid more attention passing through security in Vancouver. If only I hadn’t been so careless playing with the dog. Sigh, an accident is an accident, is an accident.

Surgery scar is healing nicely.

About two weeks after my fall, I got a message from my youngest brother emphatically telling me to pick up the phone. My brother William who is 16 months younger than me had an accident and broke his left leg! (same as me). He lives in Asheville North Carolina and was preparing for Hurricane Helene that swept through in September. My 71 year old brother climbed onto the roof to clean out the gutters, caught his leg and had to be lifted off the roof by the Fire Department.

We have matching walkers.

He spent a week in the hospital after surgery with no electricity, riding out the hurricane. Food and supplies were being delivered by helicopter. At home there was no damage to his house, only the loss of a freezer full of food. He is very grateful.

We talk frequently commiserating over our bad luck. There’s nothing like someone living the same experience, at the same time, to make you feel seen, even if they are a couple of thousand miles away. Maybe we have stupid genes running in our family but I doubt it. I spoke to another friend this week who reminded me that she broke her arm this time last year.

I don’t think we will stop making mistakes because we are older. We may think twice, or three times, but an accident, is an accident, is an accident.

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Telenovela Part Dos

20 Oct

I left the hospital the end of September after a 24 hour stay. I went home with a bag full of inhalers, breathing treatments and pills galore. We had taken rapid Covid tests with us on the cruise and all three of us, my wife and I and my MIL tested negative multiple times. I wore my mask at all times because my sister had come down with Covid on her Alaskan cruise a couple of years ago. Little did I know that I had already acquired it. My symptom was a persistent dry cough which could be heard echoing among other passengers as well, up and down the ship’s hallways. Who knew?

A small 14 bed private hospital.

In the hospital in Mexico, doctors performed an antigen test which showed that I had indeed had Covid. The inflammation had settled in my lungs which caused an asthmatic crisis. I went home after 24 hours with a prescription for R & R.

On the evening of September 14, only a week out of the hospital, I was playing with Luna and tripped over my own feet. I went down hard on the concrete floor. Lisa says she heard the crack. I never felt such pain nor screamed so loud in my life. Poor Lisa was freaked out. We both were at a loss as to what to do and I was in no position to make a decision.

Living in the jungles of Mexico one does not just dial 911. No one speaks English and explaining your location and situation takes skills. So Lisa called David.

David built our house in 2015 and is like a son. He has a Mexican wife and has lived here many years. His Spanish is top notch. He dropped everything to arrive at our house in 30 minutes, a new world record.

The rest is blah, blah, blah, emergency room, X-rays, tests and more tests. On the 30th anniversary of the day we met, I had surgery to set my leg. Not the plans we had for our special day.

Staples have now been removed leaving a kick-ass scar.

Life continues. I am to be 6-8 weeks off my feet. I’ve gotten access to my electronic accounts through no small miracle. Thanks to everyone who has commented and contacted me. It means the world to me.

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Living In A Telenovela (Mexican Soap Opera)

13 Oct

You might have noticed SILENCE from the Tortas since our trip to Alaska in August. Life took such an unexpected turn at the end of our trip that I cannot even begin to explain in one blog. It started in the Vancouver Airport with a moment of inattentiveness. We were catching a red-eye to return to Mexico after disembarking at 8 am. It had been a long day. I didn’t know at the time that I had Covid doing its tap dance in my lungs. I wish that were an excuse. Anyway, someone snatched my cell phone and iPad while I tied up my shoes not three steps away after coming through security.

Home Sweet Home

Not wanting to miss my flight, I returned to Bacalar getting sicker and sicker while some very poor choices on my part became evident. Online security and rampant identity theft have Apple, Google, and Samsung making it harder and harder to get into locked accounts. Google will not even talk to you. No live person to plead your case to. There are “procedures” and I made all the mistakes one can possibly make.

I allowed my iPad to store my secure passwords without writing them down. My two-step verification was to my phone and vice versa. I had NO passwords, No access to any of my accounts. No FB, Instagram, Apple ID, Google, banking accounts. Need I say more?

Then I ended up in the hospital with complications from Covid. And believe it or not, this is only half of the story.

DOS TORTAS

Forgive the stripped down blog. I’m still not back 100%.



If You Want To See Eagles You Have To Look Up

18 Aug

We left Vancouver by ferry for the Sunshine Coast, a favorite Canadian summer haunt. We dropped Alice with a friend from Bacalar to catch up and give Lisa and me a little va-ca.

Lana and my MIL Alice

The Sunshine Coast is more of what I wanted in a vacation to Canada, tall pines and oaks, fiddle ferns and moss, the cathedral of the great outdoors. We watched the tide going in and out from our room on Porpoise Bay, Seychelt, BC. and walked a marsh full of birds (crows, siskin, blue herons, hummers, mallards, geese). I looked up to spot an eagle overhead. At least I think it was an eagle. Anyway, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

Big ass jelly fish.
A little afternoon snack.
One way to get back to Vancouver
Forest bathing at its finest.
Beauty that brought me to tears.

By the time this posts we’ll be on our Alaska cruise with no WiFi. Then on our way home. Stay tuned.

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Vancouver

11 Aug
Great Architecture
A Vibrant Noisy City
Gay Town
Lunch
Chinatown
Steam Clock
High Fashion
Curious Sam Kee Building
Christ Church Cathedral
Old Lamps and Stained Glass
View From Here

We have been blessed with perfect weather. Wednesday we leave for Alaska.

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I Wish I Liked Wine

4 Aug

While visiting Sonoma County, California aka wine country USA, it is obligatory, (or so I’ve been told) to imbibe. Almost harvest, the vineyards are buzzing with activity and the vines are weighed down with their fruit.

White, then red, then champagne.
Vineyards everywhere.

We sat outdoors in a beautiful garden and I learned more than I ever wanted to know about what it takes to produce world class wine. I went along for the ride, sipping and sampling. A few weren’t bad.

Almost everyone works in the industry. My daughter’s best friend is of the Kendall-Jackson persuasion. The weather was perfect. Yesterday we went to the coast. Gotta love California.

DOS TORTAS

Greetings to all.

Rainbows And Mermaids

28 Jul

Our granddaughters’ sixth birthday party was one of the most fun events I’ve been to in a long time. My daughter was in her element. I swear she should create parties for a living.

Nana’s calligraphy.

Covid caused a postponement from the original date, but for a “thrown together” shindig it was amazing.

Under the sea.
Rainbow celebration.
Party organizer kicks back.
How the adults get by.
Taken by one of the guests.
A yard made for a party.

Gone are the days of homemade cakes and a small gathering of a few besties. The weather was perfect and a good time was had by all.

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Lost In Mexico City

21 Jul

Flying during a worldwide tech glitch, causing one of the worst travel days in history, after 9/11, of course, left much of the world with cancelled flights, ruined plans and much confusion. I must say, Mexico City was pretty chill if you’re going to be stranded with a cancelled flight to San Francisco. I never heard anyone raise their voice, cause a scene or mention a Biden conspiracy. The counter attendants were fabulous. Kudos to United Airline. Their folks worked tirelessly to make lemons into lemonade, all with a smile.

There are some nice restaurants in the airport. I ate well.

After two days of roaming the airport, I remembered it was blog day! No, there was no partying in the City. While I love Mexico City, the uncertainty of my flying future kept me mostly chill-laxing in my hotel room.

Not bad digs for an airport hotel. Compliments of United Airlines.

I finally got a confirmed flight, to Cancun then on to San Francisco. Fingers crossed all goes well. I will be glad to unpack and love on my grandchildren.

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