Santa and the cold virus

It’s been a while since I’ve done another blog post. I’ve been spending most of my time trying to hide from a nasty bug going around. Both my sister and my niece got sick from this mysterious cold/flu or whatever the heck it is. So I barricaded myself in my room and called in reinforcements from the orange juice brigade, vitamin division, and surgical masks. Unlike most people a simple cold can put me in the hospital or even worse so when times like these happen I turn into a major hypochondriac and the “did you wash your hands” police. One of the best ways for me to avoid being in the hospital with pneumonia is to not get sick in the first place. That’s easier said than done especially when you live with a one-year-old.

My best friend and I are supposed to be exchanging gifts and were actually supposed to the day before Christmas. Long story short he ended up getting sick and decided to be a smart friend stay the hell away from me lol you sick, no gift for you. When you know someone with a neuromuscular disorder you tend to be aware of these things so if you know someone with a neuromuscular disorder and has breathing difficulties the smartest thing to do is stay away until you no longer feel sick. Don’t worry they’ll forgive you because they like breathing more than they want to see you. I just realized that sounds really terrible but it’s completely understandable.

Speaking of opening gifts. Tightly wrapped gifts on Christmas are completely unnecessary especially when I can’t even pick up the gift to try to take a peek. When an able-bodied person needs to use brute strength just to unwrap a gift I think that means there was way too much tape. It doesn’t need to look pretty because that paper is going to get shredded in the end anyways. An ugly black garbage bag does just the trick at least in my opinion, but maybe it’s because I’m a guy.

Thank you again for reading another post. Hopefully everyone had a wonderful Christmas and everyone enjoys their New Year’s. I know I will because school starts again at the end of next month so I’m going to enjoy the time I don’t have to care about thinking too much.

The Ballad Of the Shrimp and Grits Lady

The Ballad Of the Shrimp and Grits Lady

In the introduction I mentioned the story about the shrimp and grits lady and you’re probably wondering who is the shrimp and grits lady? Well it all started one pleasant afternoon on my way to downtown Sacramento for an appointment. When suddenly two elderly women in a New Orleans accent begin conversing about Southern cooking. It was immediately apparent that these women were generally not from around Sacramento or anywhere near California. I kid you not the conversation started with “Ooohie I love me some of them shrimp and grits, you know what sounds good right now? I’m bout to get me some shrimp and grits. I’m bout to add some more junk to that trunk with a nice big bowl of shrimp and grits.” Good thing my seatbelt was on because a cripple falling on the floor because he was laughing so hard probably wouldn’t have the desired ending. You can’t make up stories like these because nobody’s mind is that crazy. The sad thing is it was actually making me hungry for some shrimp and grits even though I’ve never even tried it. The 

nteresting things that can happen when riding public transportation is all I have to say.

The story gets even better when they talk about throwing a nice big chunk a ham hock into the bowl. The lady sitting next to her had a differing opinion when she said “forget the shrimp and grits just give me that ham hock. I’ll chew on that raw like a pack of bubble gum.” At this point I am thinking I want off this train before they really ruin my appetite. My mind is thinking “Run!!!!” But my legs were thinking don’t you dare even try. In case you don’t know me my body parts and I have many discussions and arguments. I think my win rate is about 50-50 when it comes to arguments of my body parts but I’ll save that little bit of information for another day. The ladies finally arrive at their destination after discussing how much they love shrimp and grits, how many bowls of shrimp and grits, and the fact that they were on their way to get some shrimp and grits!

I didn’t know people like these actually existed. Anybody hungry for shrimp and grits and ham hocks?

My Name Is What? My Name Is Who?

My Name Is What? My name is who?

Hey this is Joseph you and welcome to my brand-new blog. I am a person with a disability living with Duchenne muscular dystrophy as well as a college student at California State University Sacramento. I decided to share with you my perspective on life and some interesting stories. Be prepared for some rather outlandish stories, and it's not because of the disability, but rather how crazy everybody else is I run into on a daily basis. When I say people I run into I don't literally mean run over with the wheelchair of course. Okay maybe just a select few I may actually run into. What can I say it's a wheelchair malfunction *wink*wink*. Don't get me started on the shrimp and grits lady on public transportation. You may even hear stories about my Little one-year-old niece I live with and apparently I'm not aloud or drink anything because she keeps stealing my straws. keep in mind though if you're looking for a blog about the depressing life of a cripple or inspiration porn, yes inspiration porn is an actual phrase and if you come back I might talk about it, then you might be in the wrong place.

As this is my first blog I am still working out the kinks so if you have any advice or comments please feel free to send me a Facebook message or an e-mail at js.wilson90@gmail.com. I would greatly appreciate it. Again welcome to my blog and check back regularly and I will try to update weekly.