Raindrops on Roses
If absence makes the heart grow fonder, any subscribers to this blog should be head over heels in love with me by this point. I mean, it's been over a year, and about half a pandemic (by my guesstimation) since I last even came to this blog, let alone wrote anything. Some things have changed: we moved to a new house. Some things have not: still disabled and largely a medical mystery of comorbidities. So, fun times all around. I'm sure you've always wondered exactly what it takes to keep a Rachel operational (with conditions, of course). One of the first things I learned about being disabled is that it is rather expensive. In fact, most disabled people spend an extra 27% to attain the same quality of life as a typical abled person. Add to that the fact that many disabled Americans are on a fixed or limited income (often well below poverty level) and you get a sense that our society expects disabled people to suffer if they want to stay alive. But how about we start with