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20 minutes ago, I walked about 20 feet, to warm some coffee in my microwave.
I sat to drink it, but found I was concentrating most on the pain and weakeness of having walked.
I've been in bed since, and still haven't recovered. My legs feel two feet thick. They're hot and feel very heavy.
I'm having trouble holding my head up. My neck muscles are very weak, and the pain between my shoulders is hideous.
My balance is poor. I had to hug the wall to make it back in here.
My arms, fingers and wrists are so weak and tender, I'm having trouble typing.
"When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist." ~~~~~ Dom Helder Camara poverty politics homelessness justice disability accessability prejudice tolerance addiction liberation ignorance resourcefulness illiteracy education abuse struggle hate love depression celebration disease health greed generosity
Poverty Is Not an Accident
Nelson Mandela
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