blog lassiter

My attitude about all that has happened to me is remarkably good.  Oh sure, I have my days of wallowing in self-pity, but they are few and far between, I promise.

I have no illusion about my situation – and yet, in many respects, I live in world of denial.  As an example – I lost 40% of my right foot.  What remains is deformed, and I require custom made footwear .  However, I still have nearly 20 pairs of regular shoes sitting in my closet.  I simply cannot bring myself to get rid of them.

The same goes for my cameras, video equipment, and telescope – all useless to me, but I am unable to part with these toys.  I could go on, but I guess I’ve sufficiently painted the picture.

Intellectually, I have no doubt about my condition or  the reality of it.  Emotionally, I continue to live in NeverLand.

I can sit here and write about it dispassionately, but I lose it if the subject of getting rid of any of these relics from the past is brought up.

But it gets even worse.  I stopped driving almost three years ago – I will never sit behind the wheel of a car again – yet we continue to pay to have me on the insurance policy.  Why?  What do you think…