I only dip my toe(lmao) into what it's like to live with disability. I'm on the tail end of a gout flare-up thats been lasting weeks. If you're unfamiliar, it's like waking up to find someone broke your foot with a sledge hammer while you were asleep except that person is your kidneys.
I've been walking with a cane and dealing with loads of pain while still needing to go to work.
Today was the first time in weeks I was able to get my foot into a boot to ride my motorcycle again. It didn't matter it hurt every up shift. I didn't care it was sub 30f. I'm just so happy to ride again today. I don't care if I regress tomorrow. I got to ride today. I hope this is an appropriate place to post.
Having my mobility taken from me a couple times a year has been extremely eye opening to how hard simple things can be to navigate.
"I hope that's a clean wet!" flashback to the urinal