Home

I’ve always liked my home; it’s green and peaceful here, at least in the summertime. I could do just fine without snow and winter, but sadly this is Norway. This is apparently one of the best countries to live, and I can see that to some degree, we have a good economy, healthcare and so on, many countries probably envy us all this. So, maybe that’s why we get the curse of winter, to create a balance of some sort. I’m not saying Norway is perfect, who is, right? There are people who love winter, probably easier when you don’t roll around on 4 wheels, trying to avoid sliding into a tree or a wall. My chair slipped on the ice once and slammed into the wall, my foot took most of the impact there, but I digress.

 My apartment has everything I need, all on one floor. The kitchen is a room I rarely visit, but my assistants can get a bite to eat, do the dishes and other chores I can’t do myself. You might wonder, if I could do these boring tasks, would I? I like to believe I would. I believe such daily chores help pass the time. Sure, it might seem trivial to you, but at the end of the day you can go to bed with a sense of mastery. You’ve accomplished your daily quests! 500 points to you! Maybe we can learn things from gaming after all? I doubt people reward themselves enough, we are great at taking things for granted in today’s society. Give yourself some credit once in a while, just a little bit and you might feel better when you do the dishes next time.

 We’ll sum up the bathroom real quick. Shower, sink, high tech toilet… Yes, it is quite fancy, it actually cleans you. In the future they might even talk! A disturbing thought. As you might guess, my apartment is full of gadgets. The shower, toilet, toilet chairs, the mattress on my bed fills itself with air… And so on. I can’t really get into the bathroom anymore, but it’s nice to have. When my breathing was better I would get rolled into the shower. That was nice, feeling the warm water wash over you. I guess I miss that feeling sometimes.

 The room I spend the most time in is the living room, that is where the action is and not in the bedroom! In the living room I have my computer, wide screen TV, some nice furniture and the things that carry value to me. It’s where I write this blog from and also where I can escape into the world of gaming or movies. Looking around me I feel proud of what I have. For a handicapped person I have a pretty good life, even if I sometimes have to fight for my rights. Bureaucrats, they never understand, but I won’t get into that just now.

At the end of the night, which is quite late or early as I go to bed at around half past three in the morning, I go to rest. It’s a bad habit, but the internet never sleeps. Besides, I’ve grown used to it now, hard to turn it around. The bedroom has a soothing green color, deep, easy on the eyes. My second breathing machine can be found here, standing faithfully by the bed. I switch when I get in bed, letting the chair mounted machine rest a bit. Then the lights are turned off and I drift off. They say I talk in my sleep, sometimes I scream as I think I can’t breathe. Luckily there’s always an assistant nearby to soothe me when this happens. I probably dream, like everybody else, but I very rarely remember. Not even fragments of the dream.

 I get up at around half past two in the afternoon. I like to sleep in, even if some find it a bit extreme. Then again, I have no job to go to; nowhere I should be, so I sleep as long as I wish. Figured I deserve that much. On that note, getting me to a doctor appointment at ten in the morning is never amusing as I am TIRED! I just want my pillow… Oh well, I can endure that once in a while, it’s a matter of my own health after all. I might have a condition, but I’m here to stay and if the doctors can help keep me healthy I’ll get up early.

 Today I spent hours outside, in my lovely little garden. I like to sit out there on sunny days, listening to the radio and just let my thoughts fly. Sometimes people come by, like my uncle on his black motorbike. That thing is a beauty. Heh, good thing I’m chained to this wheelchair or I’d be out giving my mother a heart attack thundering down the road on a motorbike of my own! It’s always nice seeing my uncle. He’s a big man, with a heart of gold and like me; he is a bit of a thinker. He tells me I’ll be back some day with a stronger body and that we’d meet again. It’s a lovely thought, that we’re only here temporarily before our souls find new bodies. I’ve certainly learned a lot these past 24 years, but guess there is much more to be learned. I hope my uncle is right, but I’m skeptical by nature.

To end this entry I’ll just leave you with this saying. “Home is where the heart is”.