What is the secret to a happy life? I have no idea and even if I chose to voice my opinion. It's really just one man's opinion and all humans are so vastly different. One person's secret to happiness could be the cause of another's sadness. I've been living with a disability since 2013. Heads up, it's a TBI and I tend to jump around and change topics at random. I can still find happiness but it's minimalistic compared to jamming on the guitar with a buddy. Who knows? It could have been a buddy whom I've previously done a tattoo on. You see these are things I miss for I lost the use of my dominant hand. But I still try to stay as positive as I can. I, reluctantly at first, learned to draw with my new dominant hand. Adapting to survive is a practice for some people. But with me, it's more of a need than a practice. I am starting this piece of writing at a very large and transitional period in my life.
I've spent the last eight years of my life at a wonderful TBI rehabilitation facility. They literally feel like family to me. I must add that I'm starting this while hospitalized and technically, homeless, there is a small chance that I'll get to go back to my second family, that facility for a few months until my apartment is ready. You see this facility, which I'm naming DA for future story references, has been such a great help in my recovery that now I'm venturing 300 miles to a bigger city with more opportunities and moving into my own apartment. At first, after my injury, I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life at DA. I think somewhere there's a recording of me saying I'd happily die at DA. My therapist, who has my best interest at heart, brought it up. Saying something similar to, "You're smart enough and capable. Have you ever thought about getting your own apartment?" She introduced me to a wonderful agency and the ball is rolling!
I have ideas for adaptive equipment that could help me grasp objects with my weaker hand. Allowing me to give tattoos again. This is a copy-paste of what I sent to various invention agencies:
** I have an idea for a grasp assist piece of medical equipment for people with disabilities and weakened hands. It would essentially look like a hand grip as you see in gyms, or it could be operated using wrist actions. When you barely squeeze it, or simply move your wrist, a three-inch, right-angled attachment that comes off of the top closes. The two tips of these attachments would be rubber coated and about the size of fingertips. You could grab and adjust things small and petite with hands that you might have thought would never be able to do such tasks again.**
And I'm sure others could benefit from this too. But the cost of the patent and whatnot. I can't afford it! I have another crazy invention idea for a foot orthotic but I'll spare you the details.
At first, when I thought about moving I thought going back to college would be a good idea. And it's still in the back of my mind, just the way back! You see being that I'm on SSDI, if I make too much money I'll lose my insurance. Well not exactly, I could work but with limited hours per month and some of my benefit payments would be decreased.
Back to what I was saying about my ex-dominant hand. It feels like I lost a gigantic piece of myself. All art aside, I couldn't open up a jar of peanut butter! Sometimes I honestly, well not wholeheartedly, wish someone would just cut it off at the shoulder. Problem solved. But seriously, my therapists helped me adapt my fingernail clippers so that they have grippy Dycem material attached. I try and try to clip my left (stronger) hand's fingernails, using my weaker hand, and about seven out of ten times I cave and use my teeth. FYI, Dycem tastes delicious, NOT! But still having someone cut it off was a bad joke that I feel bad for jokingly contemplating.
There is a game called Hearthstone that I am hopelessly addicted to. It's how I start every day. It's a drag-and-drop card battling game where you each take turns. You get seventy-five seconds per turn. This time-based system allows me to play the game easily first thing in the morning after I get medication for my shakiness. It takes roughly half a match to kick in. I really can't function without this medication but that's off-topic. Hearthstone. It's kinda of sad because for as much as I play the game, you'd think I would be better! For example my nephew, I get the opportunity to play with him once in a while and he takes me to school! But I still have my moments where I can slaughter minions with my minions and the right spells. If anyone is reading this before 2055ish , then you can challenge Yellosnocone #1705 to a battle. (Yes, I just predicted my demise if I happen to die from old age.) pretty confident prediction for someone who is in a hospital bed. Onerous people die hard! Then again there are times I made a deck strong enough that back-to-back people will forfeit on turn 3. Go figure, but then again, it's just a competitive online game. Probably in some ways this relates to my "Call of Duty" experiences prior to my injury. This is where Yellosnocone was born. A different yet similar battlefield.
I always feel great remorse for things that I have done years ago and sometimes for things done in the moment. I try to pay it forward ahead of time. I do art for random people. I have no clue as to whether or not it actually gets hung up. But these simple acts of kindness help me feel a sense of balance. Sure, I raised my voice toward my CNA this morning but then I drew a rose for my nurse in the evening. The new opposite record I might add is 55 minutes for completion. You see I say the opposite for usually I'm bragging about how long it took. The last drawing for my CNA's granddaughter took twenty days!
Talk about going for it. To acquire a good picture of what goes into every piece at mjk-arts.weebly.go. To get the picture for my last entry I put my Apple Pencil in my mouth so I could use my tablet, aka Tabby, to get the shot. Things like this happen to me all the time. It's like second nature or something I have to do. Well not technically, I don't have to record the end result of a piece of art for display on a a website. But even if only a handful of people were to get to the said .com website. It would still be 400% worth it to me to hear the gratitude from and see the smiles on the faces of the recipients.
CNAs have to have one of the toughest jobs in the workplace today. Yet they still do it with, and usually, while wearing smiles. If you have ever required their assistance. Maybe you can't draw them a picture or lack the ability to make them one. If nothing else smile, nod, and say thank you.
Don't worry your face won't break),
I've spent the last eight years of my life at a wonderful TBI rehabilitation facility. They literally feel like family to me. I must add that I'm starting this while hospitalized and technically, homeless, there is a small chance that I'll get to go back to my second family, that facility for a few months until my apartment is ready. You see this facility, which I'm naming DA for future story references, has been such a great help in my recovery that now I'm venturing 300 miles to a bigger city with more opportunities and moving into my own apartment. At first, after my injury, I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life at DA. I think somewhere there's a recording of me saying I'd happily die at DA. My therapist, who has my best interest at heart, brought it up. Saying something similar to, "You're smart enough and capable. Have you ever thought about getting your own apartment?" She introduced me to a wonderful agency and the ball is rolling!
I have ideas for adaptive equipment that could help me grasp objects with my weaker hand. Allowing me to give tattoos again. This is a copy-paste of what I sent to various invention agencies:
** I have an idea for a grasp assist piece of medical equipment for people with disabilities and weakened hands. It would essentially look like a hand grip as you see in gyms, or it could be operated using wrist actions. When you barely squeeze it, or simply move your wrist, a three-inch, right-angled attachment that comes off of the top closes. The two tips of these attachments would be rubber coated and about the size of fingertips. You could grab and adjust things small and petite with hands that you might have thought would never be able to do such tasks again.**
And I'm sure others could benefit from this too. But the cost of the patent and whatnot. I can't afford it! I have another crazy invention idea for a foot orthotic but I'll spare you the details.
At first, when I thought about moving I thought going back to college would be a good idea. And it's still in the back of my mind, just the way back! You see being that I'm on SSDI, if I make too much money I'll lose my insurance. Well not exactly, I could work but with limited hours per month and some of my benefit payments would be decreased.
Back to what I was saying about my ex-dominant hand. It feels like I lost a gigantic piece of myself. All art aside, I couldn't open up a jar of peanut butter! Sometimes I honestly, well not wholeheartedly, wish someone would just cut it off at the shoulder. Problem solved. But seriously, my therapists helped me adapt my fingernail clippers so that they have grippy Dycem material attached. I try and try to clip my left (stronger) hand's fingernails, using my weaker hand, and about seven out of ten times I cave and use my teeth. FYI, Dycem tastes delicious, NOT! But still having someone cut it off was a bad joke that I feel bad for jokingly contemplating.
There is a game called Hearthstone that I am hopelessly addicted to. It's how I start every day. It's a drag-and-drop card battling game where you each take turns. You get seventy-five seconds per turn. This time-based system allows me to play the game easily first thing in the morning after I get medication for my shakiness. It takes roughly half a match to kick in. I really can't function without this medication but that's off-topic. Hearthstone. It's kinda of sad because for as much as I play the game, you'd think I would be better! For example my nephew, I get the opportunity to play with him once in a while and he takes me to school! But I still have my moments where I can slaughter minions with my minions and the right spells. If anyone is reading this before 2055ish , then you can challenge Yellosnocone #1705 to a battle. (Yes, I just predicted my demise if I happen to die from old age.) pretty confident prediction for someone who is in a hospital bed. Onerous people die hard! Then again there are times I made a deck strong enough that back-to-back people will forfeit on turn 3. Go figure, but then again, it's just a competitive online game. Probably in some ways this relates to my "Call of Duty" experiences prior to my injury. This is where Yellosnocone was born. A different yet similar battlefield.
I always feel great remorse for things that I have done years ago and sometimes for things done in the moment. I try to pay it forward ahead of time. I do art for random people. I have no clue as to whether or not it actually gets hung up. But these simple acts of kindness help me feel a sense of balance. Sure, I raised my voice toward my CNA this morning but then I drew a rose for my nurse in the evening. The new opposite record I might add is 55 minutes for completion. You see I say the opposite for usually I'm bragging about how long it took. The last drawing for my CNA's granddaughter took twenty days!
Talk about going for it. To acquire a good picture of what goes into every piece at mjk-arts.weebly.go. To get the picture for my last entry I put my Apple Pencil in my mouth so I could use my tablet, aka Tabby, to get the shot. Things like this happen to me all the time. It's like second nature or something I have to do. Well not technically, I don't have to record the end result of a piece of art for display on a a website. But even if only a handful of people were to get to the said .com website. It would still be 400% worth it to me to hear the gratitude from and see the smiles on the faces of the recipients.
CNAs have to have one of the toughest jobs in the workplace today. Yet they still do it with, and usually, while wearing smiles. If you have ever required their assistance. Maybe you can't draw them a picture or lack the ability to make them one. If nothing else smile, nod, and say thank you.
Don't worry your face won't break),