Levitator
Well-Known Member
I'm really missing my one-handed friend. Very smart, very funny, and very brave for putting up with living with a missing a chunk of motor/tactile brain tissue due to a tumor she had removed. The whole right side of her body was kind of novocaine-balloony-numb, her right hand didn't work at all, and her speech came out all mumbly and awkward, and I loved her tons. And then, there were the silly jokes, which I thought were especially brave and intimate. On the street she's your typical rejected disabled person relegated to live off in her own bubble. At home, she's just like everyone else, but she is resigned to being the crippled lady, and she makes the best of it with completely transgressive jokes about herself.
I remember one time, she was making fun of me, and trying to convince me I'd insulted her. And she's jumping up and down like a child, so I apologize to her. And she goes "I'm making fun of you and joking. That's why I'm jumping up and down like this :|". And I said "Oh. I get it, so let me just slam my hand in the door and go 'Look what you did to me!'", and then I waved my hand around all floppy, like hers, and she thought it was the funniest thing in the world. She said "Well, you really nailed that hand impression".
Another time, I was holding her floppy hand by the wrist, shaking it back and forth pretending to scold it; "Why are you so lazy? Why don't you get to work??" Somewhere around Halloween, she took the opportunity to pose the question of whether the brain surgery that made half her body numb, took her hand, and part of her speech and locomotion might incidentally render her less nutritious when being eaten by zombies. I immediately facepalmed, and told her I loved her.
We had some really good times, and when you can laugh with someone about the worst things, it makes you feel really close. I admire her courage a lot.
I remember one time, she was making fun of me, and trying to convince me I'd insulted her. And she's jumping up and down like a child, so I apologize to her. And she goes "I'm making fun of you and joking. That's why I'm jumping up and down like this :|". And I said "Oh. I get it, so let me just slam my hand in the door and go 'Look what you did to me!'", and then I waved my hand around all floppy, like hers, and she thought it was the funniest thing in the world. She said "Well, you really nailed that hand impression".
Another time, I was holding her floppy hand by the wrist, shaking it back and forth pretending to scold it; "Why are you so lazy? Why don't you get to work??" Somewhere around Halloween, she took the opportunity to pose the question of whether the brain surgery that made half her body numb, took her hand, and part of her speech and locomotion might incidentally render her less nutritious when being eaten by zombies. I immediately facepalmed, and told her I loved her.
We had some really good times, and when you can laugh with someone about the worst things, it makes you feel really close. I admire her courage a lot.