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About rita kindl myers

Join me as I explore and describe what it’s like to live with a chronic health condition, like multiple sclerosis. I was diagnosed with MS 12 years ago, but now realize that I suffered my first symptom 18 years ago. Life with MS is often absurd, at times funny and very frustrating. I’d like to share my experiences, and, I hope to hear from you about yours.

In A Rita Perfect World

As uncomplicated as silent companionship

when we listen

to simple playful magic

and the air…

When we listen

to a whale’s blow hole

and the air escaping…

reminding me of

a whale’s blow hole.

Bumped and scuttled between boats

and reminding me of swimming

between fishing lines.

Bumped and scuttled between boats,

submerged in the Saint Lawrence Seaway

between fishing lines,

the world sounds garbled.

Submerged in the Saint Lawrence Seaway,

when we take care of each other,

the world sounds garbled

until something new wants to be born.

When we take care of each other

and remember to play;

something new wants to be born

and laughter becomes the shower for the soul.

Remember to play,

when there are no more right whale deaths,

and laughter becomes the shower for the soul.

In a Rita Perfect World

when there are no more right whale deaths.

NASA will build me a wheelchair

as uncomplicated as silent companionship.

A word from Sir Albussio

This is how it was before my back leg slipped off the bed and was grabbed by the “lift” and it’s a long thin feet. I can no longer trust it, although I see ‘My Lady on Wheels’ using it several times a day.  I suspect it may attack me again. You see how she adores me; I am steadfast and always aware of how she is. Since I remain a gentleman and one committed to routine, I return to her bed every morning to see how she is doing. Once ‘My Lady on Wheels’ is up and seated at her bed and I detect the scent of the daily washing. I understand what has taken place and know that after she is fed, I will also be fed and walked.

For more pictures of me, find me on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/sir_albussio/

Sgr Albussio & his life with humans…

Good Afternoon. It is with pleasure that I outline a few details about my life with humans. My humans are endearing, I in turn, am faithful and steadfast. Communication is essential in dealing with humans. They offer many cues. For instance, one must be attentive to their scent; body odour indicates hormone levels and physical well-being. Humans are vocally effusive; their chatter is endless. One’s ears must be alert to the highs and lows of this chatter, it signals their emotional well-being.  In general however, they are less aware of our cues.  It is best to hold onto their gaze in a steadfast manner. Be sure to guide them with your eyes and show them where you want the food to land…

And make sure to place your comforts where you want them; as I have done… (Do not be alarmed by the cone I wear, below. It has been removed.)

To see me as I am, follow me on Instagram @sir_albussio

 

Reminiscing…

I recently complained, “my bedroom has more equipment than personality…”

Take  a look for yourself…

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What a lot of clutter!  I would like to point out the Dreamcatcher and the framed photograph of trees on the shores of a lake. The portrait above of the woman sitting in an armchair also hangs on my wall.  It is a portrait of my great-grandmother.  My grandmother painted this portrait of her mother-in-law; I’m sure that’s a story in and of itself.  The painting takes me back to another time and place that I can only imagine…

I like to remember the days when the pictures and posters on my bedroom walls were important. They identified my interests and my preferences in music. I pasted on my walls artists I admired, as well as musicians I adored.  On my walls, I taped postcards of places I wanted to visit. My walls expressed my aspirations…

It just struck me, my bed is facing my window.  I’m still looking out. I don’t go very far, but my imagination does…

painting by S. Conti Niccolai

Sgr Albussio & his notes on summer…

The warmer air brought regular excursions with ‘My Lady on Wheels’ and ‘She who Adores Me’. On a daily basis, I led the three of us on a walk outside of our home onto the paved walkway. This is where I gather the neighbourhood news; the comings and goings of the outside gang and disseminate my own information.

This is a blessed exercise. I am keenly aware of how these daily excursions begin. I am alerted to the fact that we will take outdoors ‘My Lady on Wheels’ as soon as she jangles the leash/belt that fits snugly around her middle. On her head sits the floppy cloth covering, while around my neck is clasped the lead, which I use to guide the female bipedal one, who adores me.

I delight in these excursions. To begin I announce my arrival to the neighbourhood with the scent of my urine close to the corner of my building and off we go…

Tenderly, I gaze each leaf with my nostrils and absorb the scent of news… Three dead posts ahead, I discover that Fred has returned; Abigail has eaten a hearty breakfast and Jane is pregnant. I deliver my scent and scratch the earth with my claws; making my claim to the neighbourhood. Happily, I greet the female bipedal ones, but snarl and bark at loud, tall males, often moving rapidly on wheels… I will protect ‘My Lady on Wheels’ from their loud growls and speed! 

I make no notice of the felines and the winged ones. There are other canines out there and I greet and snarl at them to secure my standing in the neighbourhood.

Having caught up on information and news and freed myself of any bowel constrictions, I return gladly to my indoor abode and my bipedal family.

Such are the habits of the fortunate!