14 August 2014
Thursday
Its tough finding
enough to keep me busy, here in the facility. Especially when I spend
so much time flat on my back in bed. Its not that much easier when up
in the wheelchair either. The building and the program are not
equipped to encourage much else other than the events that accompany
a short term rehabilitation facility.
When I first got
here, I had some discussions with the person in charge of activities.
Initially the facility was concerned that I wasn't participating with
the other residents in the activities. I patiently explained that
Bingo and stringing plastic beads held no interest for me, I
considered these activities beneath me experiential horizons, which
have broadened considerably since the days when I thrilled at playing
Bingo. In short I found the thought of doing those things abhorrent.
When I was asked what did I used to do when I was at home, I
explained that I grew a garden and put up food in canning jars and
freezer bags. I had a stained glass studio in my basement and made
all sorts of things from large hanging lamps, to Tiffany style table
lamps, to windows and pieces that hang in windows, to small objects
like glass boxes with hinged lids, beads made of glass and glass
jewelry pieces.
That reveal was
met with some surprise. I guess they never knew anyone who did that
kind of work before. Perhaps it was always seen as some esoteric
production performed by those people who have booths at the summer
art fairs. Well, such information was countered with the same old
standard reply, “We don't have the space for that kind of
activity”. This was tinged with the tone that the facility was not
going to have that kind of space anytime soon, or ever. The implied
message was, we don't understand any of that so we aren't open to
learning any of it. Best kiss those thoughts goodbye, cause it ain't
gonna happen here. Then I was encouraged to explore getting on the
bus (in a wheelchair, mind you) and going to the library to read. You
like reading don't you?
Well …, yes,But
reading is so passive. And the library is good for reference, not
reading s a hobby. I want to do something. There isn't any
walking paths (adapted for wheelchair use), or space for a garden, or
activity room, or … Well, you get the idea.
A couple evenings
later was on the phone with my father and his wife, who had called
to see how I was getting along in the new digs. I began to tell them
about the activities discussion, that I was moving hard for
mitigating for a reduced form of glass studio, a small kiln and so
forth. The only response they could offer was that they were afraid
that I might hurt myself, get glass slivers in my feet or something
like that . I was appalled. I reminded them both that I used to have
a glass studio in my basement running several kilns and open flame
making beads and no one was worried about possibly harming myself
then. So what is this sudden worry now. I only can't walk and stand
due to this disease, I haven't turned stupid.
Big silence
followed that query/statement.
So far, no one has
had any answer to that one.
I used to write
semi regularly on this blog. I kept it up for about sixty-five posts.
All along I was keeping track using Blogger's metrics. Occasionally
some of my acquaintances would log on, but not often. Most of the
regular access’s were from Russia on other overseas locations, yet
no responses were forthcoming from those locations. Probably some bot
set to find new posts. No connections to speak of. I grew discouraged
and took a break. I got a GoPro camera at a price break and learned
how to use Apple's iMovie. Made a few movies and posted them on
Facebook. I got some responses, nice positive ones. The sense of
being hidden away out of sight and circulation was lifted somewhat. I
was once again somewhata part of the human race, not kept isolated in
a facility that shows no understanding of the emotional, social needs
of its residents.
Geez what would I
expect? They are so heavily medical model here. I imagine that even a
psychiatrist would feel as if they were stashed away out of any
mainstream in a place like this.
So I left the blog
for a while, I was pretty well assured that no one would miss it.
Indeed no one has taken the effort to let me know. So it has been
gathering dust, the sort that accumulates from not being accessed for
a while.
Meanwhile I
finally got a different wheelchair, after nearly a year of organized,
systematic reportage about how the other one did not fit me very
well. I finally got to speak to the doctor, by way of a sympathetic
nurse. See the place really does work on the medical model. After
burying myself in the software to make movies and shooting some
scenes for using in movies, I put some efforts up on Facebook. The
first few were met with some success. I felt that I could be involved
in something, that might touch others. See, I can still have some
minimal input into the human community, despite being kept apart in
this misguided form of caregiving.
My last video,
planned to show what it takes to get me out of bed on a regular
basis, for those who have not the slightest idea how MS really
affects a person, who may require some graphic information. Since the
human tendency is to believe that if one can use the term verbally,
then they must understnd the issue. This video is to drive the point
further home. This video has generated just few comments. That is
alright. People are used to video being used for entertainment, not
any sort of learning or statements. After all, look at the majority
way that the other visual medium is being used – television.
Facebook is easy
to put videos on, I am learning that Blogs are as well. Now that I am
more familiar with both platforms and the movie making software, I
can begin to make combination uses of both platforms.