I’m a Nebraskan, Y’all!
I am looking a bit like Lily Munster’s sister. Not exactly my finest but I’ve never been a beauty queen.
I had a wonderful outing with Miss Amanda. I will hopefully be getting my new ID in a month. I can then get to work rebuilding part of my life. It’s a long, bureaucratic nightmare on top of the massive trauma, PTSD and amnesia. Each step is easier than the last though.
I stopped by Smoke Nation to get cigarettes and update Mr Mohamed. We talked and argued about business, religion and politics with delight. He asked me if I had found a job, forgetting the condition I was in when we first met earlier this year. I told him that my cognitive problems and amnesia are getting much better but the rest is still problematic for employment. He admitted that my mental abilities are great. That’s probably why people don’t understand that I am still disabled. It’s an invisible illness and disability. It’s getting better though.
Miss Amanda said that we will have to work on getting ready for a driver’s license. I have to get my birth certificate and new glasses first. My vision is much worse. Glasses are extremely expensive because of my strong prescription. It will take time to save up for them along with everything else but I have confidence in myself. Maybe not as much as Miss Amanda, Mr Mohamed and others but their confidence is inspiring me to keep going, work even harder and rise above what was done to me.
I will also need to practice driving a car again. I’m sure that it’ll be like riding a bike and come back to me. Although I needed massive training wheels for my bike because I couldn’t balance properly. I kept going left and eventually falling down. Thankfully a friend mentioned a tricycle which became a consensus of all that it was the perfect solution.
Unfortunately, it is now too hot for this wilting Magnolia to even walk to the Hy-Vee after dark. I had an unfortunate incident recently where I overestimated my abilities and barely made it back. Several neighbors and others witnessed it.
Mr Mike kindly volunteered to help carry the heavy groceries up for me and made sure to remind me to drink plenty of water and rest before leaving. I thanked him while saying how stupid it was and promising to try to make better choices. I am such an idiot sometimes.
No need to add to the chorus either. The rest of my neighbors chastised me while saying that they would’ve helped if they had known. They’re good people who understand hard times themselves. We argue about everything under the sun but we look out for each other as best we can. That’s family in my book. I’ve got an ever growing family here in Fremont. I’m sure that I will add even more when I can drive across Nebraska. I have been told about so many amazing places and people from those I have met. I’m eager to see them and meet them for myself. I’m told that it’s God’s country so I should fit right in, with a few explanations and introductions, naturally.
While I was sitting in the courthouse today, I felt my uniqueness spilling over as it does. I turned to Miss Amanda in hijab and asked in my acquired Georgian drawl if I was too weird-un for Nebraska. She smiled and easily answered, “No. You fit right in.” It’s nice to know that I’m just a normal person amongst my fellow, apparently weird-un enough Nebraskans. We’re family now. I’ve got the temporary ID to prove it.
Ahlan wa sahlan my fellow Nebraskans. Thank you kindly for everything. Love y’all! Because
Every life matters, especially yours.
God bless Nebraska and especially Her people.
