Freshly Pressed Wheelchair

 
 
Sex and the Wheelchair - mightwar L ast week, the Sex and the Wheelchair post discussed some of my thoughts on maintaining sexual relationships in times of disability and/or chronic illness.
 
 
This week, I have been struggling with my health, so I haven’t been able to moderate the site.
 
 
So imagine my surprise when I signed in early hours this morning (yet another sleepless night) to find that the post had been viewed 148 times yesterday.

So I scrolled down my stats page and got a shock.
 
Turns out the post has been Freshly Pressed by WordPress!!!!!!!!!!!

See? Lookit!
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Oh!         My!         Days!
[Jumps into wheelchair and spins around the living room giddily]

 

*****

 
 

This is huge.

      “Every day, we hand-pick eight new blog posts to highlight on the Freshly Pressed section of WordPress.com. Freshly Pressed posts can be about anything, but they all have a few things in common: they enlighten us, inspire us, entertain us, and get us talking.”

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And out of the half a million blogs they had to choose from, they chose one of my posts. (You know that I’m doing the Electric Slide in my mind right now!)

Talk about a shock to the system.

 
I was surprised that I got given it considering the post’s opening line.

And then there was the small matter of me forgetting that my brother-in-law and his wife are now on my mailing list (Oops … way to learn something about a family member).

 

*****

 
 

Seriously guys, thank you so much for the honour. I’m rather blown away by it all.
 
Special thanks go out to the following:
 
Auburn – for choosing to walk beside me despite knowing my freakish ways; and for saying “Yes” that first time and the many times since.
 
The McWog™ Clan – for being four of the most incredible and inspirational people I have ever had the blessing and pleasure to meet and get to know. You guys are my foundation and will always be my heart.
 
Mr.T (my brother-from-another-mother) – who told me to “share” my words and then introduced me to WordPress. There will come a time when we will share a dancefloor again.
 
And finally, to friends old and new; and those just passing through, you have made this a joyous and unexpectedly blessèd experience.
 
Ever yours in gratitude for your time, your support and the sharing of
your words.

Yours sincerely,
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AUTHOR: I am might war. I have a love of music, the written word, travel, Anime, polar bears, people and “sticking and colouring”.

14 thoughts on “Freshly Pressed Wheelchair

  1. That post was simply meant to be read and appreciated.

    The difficulties and hardship and inner turmoils one lives with is not an easy thing to share – but when we share we find that every single one of us has something or the other we are battling with.

    Your humor during all this is much humbling.

    Wish you all the best.

    1. Thank you, amina. I’ve definitely found the sharing process to be an effective way of working through the frustrations that my illness generates. Plus, it’s nice to get another perspective.

  2. With you my dancing feet will always be itchy, but my heart is disproportionately warmed. You were always amazing, your experience and your response to it only made you more so. ❤

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