The Return of Capitan Spaz...

When I was a kid my friend use to call me "Captain Spaz" anytime I would start to spasm. Born with a spactic hemiparesis certainly has had it up and down momments. This weekend was certainly one of those down momments. I kept thinking to myself that over the years my pain thershold has gotten so high that I often push myself too hard not knowing what type of damage I can cause myself. Spasms to be have become almost glaitorial in a way. It is a fight between my two selves - the mind/body dichotomy if you will. But being someone who always loves to learn and explore new terrain I have kept asking myself what can I learn from this expierence? To be honest, nothing has come to mind yet. I could make the argument that I have learned about patience and tolerance, however, the fact remains none of those thoughts have raced through my mind as my body is in extrodinary pain. So how does Captain Spaz play into the whole situation. For my friend at least he thought I was heroic enduring the pain and being able to function at such a high level every day. For me Captain Spaz is more villian than hero. Its an alter ego that is part of my physical make up but not something about my life that I care to embrace.

Disaboom Pick of The Week:

After each blog entry I wanted to provide a brief piece of Disaboom.com site that is of interest to me or something to be on the lookout for. With Disability Employment Awareness Month coming up around the corner I think you should not only look for content on careers and employment but also start discussions on these very issues.