Tuesday, March 31, 2015

State ID or Driver's license. Shouldn't matter.

A lot of blind friends have been writing stories about their experiences as a blind or visually impaired person. I have got inspired. From reading some of these stories. So I fought I will try my hand at writing some. From things that have happened to me as a visually impaired individual.
So here is my first attempt at this.


"State ID or Driver's license. Shouldn't matter.”
Many years ago. I went to Dallas Texas to spend some time with my sister and brother. This was also the year I turn 21. So I thought it would be a great experience since I would be able to go to a few bars and have some drinks with my family.

One evening while I was there. We decide to go to a bar and have drinks and some dinner. A waiter came up to me and asked what I would like I told him I would like a steak medium rare, mashed potatoes and I'd like a beer. He promptly listed the beers he had. Since this was my first time ever having a beer. My sister helped me pick one that I might like. After I picked a beer the waiter asked for my ID. I reached down and grabbed my purse and took out my ID for my wallet. And handed it to the waiter.

He said he would be back with it in a minute. So we just sat and chatted. The waiter came back and asked if I had a drivers license. They would not  except my Utah state ID. I said WHAT!! 
I haven't had a problem with this before. He said that they think that this is a fake ID. And they wanted to cut it up.  Luck Lee my brother-in-law is a police officer. He promptly got up went to the back and spoke to The manager and demanded my ID back. We were not sure why this was such a problem. 

So we all decided to leave. We told the manager we were not going to take the food and we were unhappy. We would not be returning to this restaurant.  So we decided to go to another restaurant and have dinner. The other restaurant didn't have a problem with my state ID and I got my steak and beer. 

The rest of the trip was great and hopefully I will never have a problem with people wanting to chop up my ID.  It would've been a real fun experience trying to get on the plane without one. You would think that most places would know what a state ID looks like. Likely I got my ID back so I could fly back home the next week.
Is there something about a drivers license that is more impressive. Or was I just a victim of somebody's stupidity.

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Sunday, March 29, 2015

Here is a wonderful story from REBEKAH CROSS I call it Jingles



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Once we got home, Jingles seemed sleepy, but after the trip to the vet, weren’t we all? After sleeping a while, thinking she was twitching, I realized she was not twitching, but shaking. My poor pup was shaking like crazy, and wouldn’t stop. Then we noticed she was limping. What was wrong with her??? I was so afraid. I immediately called the vet, who couldn’t be reached at the time because of other appointments. In the meantime, I searched the internet, and found it was probably a reaction to the vaccine she had just gotten. She was still shaking and completely lethargic, but I had basically ruled out analeptic shock. Thank goodness. Even so, I was in a state of freak out. Adam was trying to keep me calm, but it wasn’t working too well. I wasn’t flying off the handle or anything, just super concerned and pensive. 
Eventually, the shaking lessened, and Jingles fell into a deep sleep. I still would not leave her, constantly checking on my little Belle. A little while later, the Vet called me back and assured me that Jingles should be fine, as long as she didn’t have facial swelling, hives, or pale gums. She didn’t. I still asked about the reaction. The Vet said it was a common reaction, though usually only seen in smaller dogs. The limp was from pain at the injection site, which happened to be her hind leg. Next time, I can get the vaccines broken up into single doses so that the risk of side effects is reduced. I will do anything to not have my pup go through that again: /. 
Jingles slept the rest of the night. She wouldn’t move for anything. It was really sad. She still shook a bit in her sleep. I was restless all night, waking up every couple hours to check on her and make sure she was okay. I didn’t know what I was going to do about work today. I couldn’t take Jingles out in that condition, but I also couldn’t leave her alone all day. What’s worse, I had a meeting at City Hall I needed to attend. I decided to wait and see how she felt in the AM before deciding what to do about work.
This morning, Jingles was happy and semi-bouncy, but spent her energy quickly on a trip to the bathroom, and was shaking by the time I fed her. Then, she wouldn’t even put pressure on her hind leg. Poor thing. I put her back to bed and contemplated work. 
I decided to go to my morning meeting, then take the rest of the day off and come home to take care of Jingles. Since she was improving, I figured she just needed some real rest to get her strength back and reduce the soreness. 
Unfortunately, this meant that Bob the Stick would have to show his ugly face once again. I know he is laughing at me now, as I write this. I hadn’t used the ol’ Bobberoni in nearly seven months, so I was a bit nervous about my cane technique, but was determined to make it. Thankfully, Adam was home this morning (he worked a little later than me), and gave me a “lift” to the subway, which is awesome because I would’ve definitely been late if he hadn’t. I got off at the right stop, and found the stairs. My coworker, who was attending the meeting with me, was amazingly perched at the exact exit I took, so that was completely seamless. 
The meeting (which was a public budget hearing) was long and less than exciting. Literally, one of the public officials was falling asleep in front of everyone in attendance. Yeah…After four hours of that, my coworker and I left to head back to the office and home, respectively. 
She helped me to the subway, and I got on the right train. Then it was back to Brooklyn. All I could think of was Jingles, if she was all right, how she felt. I couldn’t wait to get home. I hated being without her. It just didn’t feel…right. Sometimes I let Jingles have a break and go for a walk or meal with Adam or a friend, but this was different. It was miserable being without my Jingle-Pup. 
I got off the train at my stop and started on the ½ mile walk back home with Bob. Amazingly, we weren’t terrible. I made it home fairly quickly and smoothly, considering the more than half a year I had not used the stick. It still sucked, and I still hated it, but I noticed my orientation and confidence had improved even with the stick, thanks to Jingles. Of course, this could also have something to do with the fact that the only thing on my mind was getting back to Jingles to see how she was feeling. Boy, I hated having to concentrate on not being the human pinball, finding the curb, and crossing the street in a straight path again. 
I made it to the building, burst through my door, and found my Jingle-Pup running to greet me! She was 10x more like herself than when I had left her this morning. Now she was her usual squirmy ball of love and wet nose. I can’t believe how much I missed my sweet girl. 
She’s still a bit tired, and sleeping a lot to regain her full stamina, but as the day has gone on, she is more and more 100% my spunky girl. I took her for a quick walk a few minutes ago, and she was back to wagging her tail, and bouncing with excitement. You can imagine my relief. I think she’ll be ready for work tomorrow. In your face, Bob!!! 
So ends the saga of my “adventurous” week. Here’s to another week of adventure…though hopefully only the good kind this time around.
**As I post this Saturday, Jingles is completely, 100% fine, and she has been since Tuesday. We also had a much calmer week, with only good adventures, thankfully.**

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Yesterday a good friend passed away. Please read

Yesterday a good friend passed away. In honor of his memory I would appreciate if people will uldsheer this prayer.