Still Lovin’ Life

Don’t mind me.  I’m just the one legged woman sitting on the ground in the middle of a blacktop parking lot fixing my flat tire on my own in the 110 degree heat and sun, coughing and sneezing from the Sahara dust in the air.  I’ll be fine!

I love my life.  It’s still true.

No matter what else is happening there is always something that leaves me with the choice to laugh or cry.  Fortunately for all of us, I know that I do not look attractive crying like someone kicked my puppy but I look fantastic laughing.  Also, I find it easier to be optimistic when there isn’t mascara smeared across my face and getting into my eye so I look all squinty like a pirate poking you with a sword or pointing a blunderbuss at you, telling you to walk the plank… ‘Matey.


Anyway, the universe decided to gift me with a new challenge when my tire went flat. We aren’t talking about the low-flat of a slow leak.  Nope.  We are talking about the completely flat with a smooshed tire looking like a clock in some Salvador Dali painting. Flat-flat.  No air left flat.  Arrrgh!

In case you’ve somehow missed the memo on this whole blog: I’m an amputee who currently exists rolling around in a red wheelchair like a bat out of hell.

The day I became an amputee I discovered that a magical vortex of time existed in my left foot and lower leg that allowed me to do things in a timely manner that now somehow take far longer.  I’m not kidding!  Getting ready to leave in the morning takes 2-3 times longer than is reasonable (what it used to take is my measure of reasonableness) and I cannot for the life in me figure out where those minutes disappear to every day.  So when someone told me they’d noticed a flat-flat tire on my little turbo charged piece of heaven, I knew it was going to take me more time to handle it than it should.  Living in Texas that means I was going to have to contend with the sun and blazing daytime heat or the mosquitos and sticky nighttime heat.  I chose sunlight.

Sunlight + humans = stomach turning body odors

Look… I’m not gonna sugarcoat it. I exist at everyone else’s bum level, which (incidentally) in the heat of midsummer means I’m more than acutely aware of everyone else’s daily level of personal hygiene and care.  True story:

Smegma is a real thing and I can tell if you have it.  If you don’t know what it is and choose to look it up, I am not responsible for what happens if you do.  If you do know what it is, or if you didn’t and were foolish enough to look it up and now know, please understand that everyone’s bits have the ability to grow those cheesy curds. 

I get it: it is summer and the heat takes the energy out of you so you think to yourself at the end of a long day, “I’m soooo tired. I’ll just take a shower in the morning!” But what happens is you are so tired you struggle so much that in the morning you completely rationalize not taking a shower because you can put on more deodorant and will just take a shower when you get home.  So you just put on a bit more Old Spice than usual and go along your way.  At some point, I know you’ve caught a whiff of what is brewing *down there* and made the purposeful effort to keep your knees tightly locked to keep anyone else from that experience.  Meanwhile, yesterday’s smegma spent all night fermenting around your twig and berries or your poontang and what was once a small issue has exploded exponentially and everyone whose face is roughly at the same level as your bum smells it.  All of it. 


For the love of God, if you’re going to skip that shower, please at least give yourself a birdbath with hot water or a handful of baby wipes and let that thing air dry.  Cause y’all are killin’ me! The other people in wheelchairs or short legs can verify but they’re mostly just too dang nice to tell you!

How is any of this related to my flat tire?  I’ll tell you how.  As people walked past one by one, I could smell every one of them coming and going.  Let me put it to you: Which is the lesser of the weevils?

No one stopping to help a disabled woman, another human being, with their flat tire?

Or someone stopping to help and having their odor stop with them?

Can I confess?

I’m secretly (well, not so secretly anymore) quite happy that no one stopped. 

There were several who paused to be baffled by the tools they didn’t recognize in my little box of tricks I keep in my car, tools I know how to use, which in itself made me chuckle because I apparently know more than 3 grown military veterans (who I know spent hours sitting around the motorpool “working” on all sorts of military vehicles) as their commentary included, “call roadside assistance because that is too much to deal with.”

Seriously, I feel like a woman whose entire scope of “working on the car” skills includes only the most basic things like light bulbs, oil and other fluids, wipers, and batting my eyelashes like a venturesome hussy to get the *pretty girl* discount should not know more than three grown men about fixing a flat tire.

Anyway… I’m glad no one stopped to help me.  Why?

My disability doesn’t define me.  It limits some things I can do but not all.  I have always liked knowing that I could handle things that I need to without help. 

Why should that change because I now have one foot instead of the two I was born with?

Besides, being 20 inches lower only seemed to make me that much closer to the smell.  Arrrgh!

And for the love:

Do the children, vertically challenged, and wheelchair riders of the world a favor and clean your bits in this heat. 

Your significant other will appreciate it too.

9 thoughts on “Still Lovin’ Life

  1. Oh d-d-dear dear dear. Bother, said Pooh.

    And it was Lynyrd Skynyrd that said…

    Oooo that smell. Can’t you smell that smell.?

    Missed these tales of yours.

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  2. Pity any human in the western world that doesn’t take a shower daily before leaving the house and pity them for not even trying to help you. At least the two of you could have a good laugh. It doesn’t matter if they can or can’t actually change a tire. Our world has lost some very important items. One is manners and two is cleanliness.
    Not much we can do, except stay away from them. Keep flying.🌹

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