Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Short Bus!!!


It's official.

I am a rider of the 'short bus' once more.

I don't actually mind.  I'm terrified on the road.  You would be too.  People keep trying to kill me!

... operative word; 'try' mother fuckers ...

Of course I have my personal chauffeur, Papi, but he's usually so busy sleeping off the Graveyard Coma that I don't get to utilize his services.

The one thing I'm happy about, is when I'm on the little bus, I feel safe.

It's a few tons of steel that has bars everywhere to hold on to.

Not to mention, my co-workers are so wonderful.

Well, I guess they're not really my co-workers if I can't do the job anymore, eh?

None-the-less, to me, they will always be my co-workers.  It was the best day job I ever had.

We didn't get to see too much of each other, until my motorcycle accident, then they saw me every day and it was wonderful!

So, I suppose now I get to see my co-workers a little more and that's just lovely.

Except for the ones that don't like me that much.

I'm a bit akin to a puppy jumping around saying, "Let's play!!" while the more mature dog just looks at it from the corner of her eye saying, "Bitch, I'm not in the mood."

I have a lot of energy to spare when I'm in top form.

I'm quite far from my original form, but at least they're not trying to flog a dead horse anymore, by doing their best to get me back to original shape to do the 'short bus' tour.

Now, I'm just rehabbing to get me to where I can be for my current state of my body.

I have arrived at my destination.

This is as good as it gets.

And I'll tell you, I'm grateful.

Compared to where I was 3 years ago, I'm walking, remembering more and you can't shut me up.

So, yeah.

I'm grateful for where I am.

I'm grateful for actually having the option of taking the 'short bus'.

It will get me out of my isolated area I live in, and into the thick of the city to see my friends.

There is nothing to complain about there.

It's a win win all round.

Someone else can drive and I get be panic attack free, I get to get out of this house and be flee the Dungeon Syndrome, I get to see my co-workers, I get to see my friends and neither Papi nor I have to worry when I get behind the wheel.


When I'm having a good back day and can walk to the bus stop closest to me, I could actually do a spur of the moment plan!

Life is good.

It's really really good.

Nothing can actually take away our happiness but ourselves.

We are also responsible for creating our happiness in the first place.

If I can do it, so can you.

Trust me.

i am able to take risks and try new things without fear


  1. so glad you are getting some freedom and independence back! xo

    1. it definitely makes me happy to get out of this house. today is proof :) love you sweety xo

  2. It's wonderful that you can see the good side to this. Enjoy your stress free mobility:D

    1. 1st day on the short bus. and all is good xo


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