Tonight, after reading and listening to a podcast for a few hours, I felt stir-crazy from sitting for so long. I needed to get up. Specifically, I felt like trying out the Movements I saw on the Netflix series “The OA”. I was just about to do that when I remembered I could not get up.
This is not the first time I have forgotten my limits. Sometimes when I wake up, I plan on walking to the closet to pick out my clothing. It takes a few seconds of trying to swing my legs the edge of the hospital bed (how I miss the ankle-aching cold of morning floorboards beneath my bare feet!) to remember I can’t walk that far.
Perhaps I forget because I can walk in my dreams. Every time. However, even in my dreams, I am aware that walking is unusual for me. Usually, I dream that I am walking and then suddenly remember that, like Cinderella and her pumpkin and rag dress, my legs will return to being essentially useless by midnight. Sometimes, I even feel them weaken and my knees buckle. Even in my dreams, I cannot escape my disease.
Shrugging off the crushing weight of realizing my disability anew, I force myself to forget that I am stuck sitting and will continue sitting for the rest of my life, or until a cure is found. I look at Evan and my pets and try to let the feeling of being loved overwhelm the feeling of being trapped.