What the Heck are They Talking About: Neurological CFS: This baby is mine: Flybar Model 1200

po·go stick n

a strong metal pole with a spring at the bottom
and two footrests to stand on, used to jump up
and down or hop along on for play or exercise
• Elevation potential of over five feet--dramatically greater than any pogo on the market

We all know,are or have met people who preface every conversation regardless of subject matter with the same phrase over and over.

Whether it is grandma’s tendency to start every conversation with “In my day…” or in the words of a musically inclined sex nerd whose every utterance included the phrase, “Onnncccce, at band camp…,” it’s there.

At my house over the past four years everything begins with, “Once I receive my SSDI …”. Please do not mistake this phrase for a never-ending pity party: At its most elemental, reality is simply reality: facts unchanged even by healthy, and I would argue, essential “attitude adjustment.” My bottom line: Life goes as life goes and nobody asked you.

“Once I receive my SSDI …” is usually attached to survival issues: minutiae like homelessness; rebuilding a credit rating totaled by overwhelming medical bills and forced, but utterly unwelcome unemployment; the amount of “discretionary” income for such trivialities as rent and food, available after paying for prescription drugs from Canada. (I'm every bit as patriotic as the President, but unrelenting reality remains this: we don't have the same level of personal funds in our individual checking accounts. Which I have a sneaking suspicion might be why we don't always agree on policy issues.) You get the picture.

But recently, dailycandy.com whispered in my ear about the Flybar Model 1200, a fly pogo stick for the kid in all of us. When I saw it a huge grin surfaced. I was so all about this.

I may be 90-years-old when I win my SSDI case and finally receive spendable bling, but I'm patient, I can wait tap, tap, tap.

You see, encased in this silvery frame is the joy of my childhood, memories of the cleansing pleasure of hours upon hours of skiing, including spectacular "burn-and-crash" aerial acrobatics natch in my teens and twenties. And though my body may be a tad physically impacted by chronic, and quite organic CFS/ME and Fibromyalgia - not neurasthenia imported from the 80s, make that the 1880s - my spirit “lives strong.”
Related live strong reading: The Wrist band gap.

I may have to be swaddled in protective football gear, bubble wrap and duct tape from head to toe and place two sturdy spotters on either side of me, confining me to a pillows piled to a depth of six-feet high, but I am going to bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce! Okay, excuse me, I am exhausted just thinking about it, but the grin lingers on and on.
Fine print: And I double, no triple, no quadruple guarantee you that my soul will soar with joy, far exceeding the gravitational limitations of the physical bounce.

Folks I’m not done living - heart, soul, passion and mind - not by a long shot. So once it gets here, don't be a stranger: Come on by!

More fine print read very quickly: BYOI (bring your own insurance), BYOB (bring your own bubble wrap) required for admittance. As well as, I refuse to define myself by the limiting, dry, scientific minutia of physical disease and you shouldn’t either etcetera and so forth. And never forget that if the toy is “mine” I can have as many turns as I wanna. :D

Did I mention the tree house?
Boy this is a lot of fine print: “…Treehouses lift the spirits. They inspire dreams. They represent freedom: from adults or adulthood, from duties and responsibilities, from an earthbound perspective. If we can't fly with the birds, at least we can nest with them…”

liv·ing adj

1. alive, not dead

2. realistic or true to life

3. interesting in a way that is relevant and useful

4. designed for living in, especially for social and

recreational activities

5. still used or in existence

n.

2. a means of sustaining or maintaining a way of life

3. quality of life or the way in which it is lived

npl

people who are alive (takes a plural verb)

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What the Heck are They Talking About: Neurological CFS

This baby is mine: Flybar Model 1200

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