I wonder if I'll ever get used to the idea of being disabled? I'm often unpleasantly surprised to find myself whupped after a couple hours of semi-meaningful activity, or by the rude reminder when I see someone go striding by, carefree and caneless.

Even though I'm disabled to the point where I've applied for disability retirement, I'm abled enough that I'd be very thankful to stay at the current balance of ability/disability for the rest of my life.

I can walk (not pretty, but I can do it), drive, see, do most of the things I really enjoy, though not well (type, play the piano, pull weeds, etc.) and my cognitive abilities are such that I'm not yet a danger to society. I could get used to this. I think.

I'm just bad enough that I never really "forget", but just okay enough that I never really adjust to the idea. I don't think I'm making any sense, and I'd probably better go back and keep sorting newspaper clippings.