My Existence Is a Medical Miracle, Or Is It? #3TC

Posted on by Astrid

Hi everyone. I just stumbled across Today’s #3TC prompt. In response, carol anne shares about her premature birth. She was born three months prematurely in 1980 and considers herself to be a medical miracle.

I, often, believe the same. I mean, I was born just over three months prematurely, albeit six years later than carol anne. I weighed 850 grams or 1lb 14oz at birth. I spent three months in neonatal care.

When I was younger, I’d occasionally half-jokingly say that I’m a calculation mistake. The reason is the fact that I was born at sometime between 25 and 27 weeks gestation. The official paperwork says I was born at 26 weeks 4 days gestation, but this wasn’t always easy to determine back then. My mother claimed that, back in 1986, the line between actively keeping preemies alive and only treating them when they showed genuine strength, was at 26 weeks. I never cared to look up whether that’s true, but I do know that my doctor was adamant he was keeping me alive. In this sense, not a miracle.

In another respect though, I’m definitely a medical miracle, in that obviously I wouldn’t have survived without medical technology.

Yesterday, I read about the Dionne quintuplets, who were born in 1934 and the last one of whom had just passed away. Compared to them, I’m not a miracle at all. I’m glad about that, as they were on public display throughout their childhoods.

Like carol anne, I realize I didn’t just survive thanks to medical technology, despite the fact that’s what my doctor more or less said when my father questioned him whether I should be continuing to receive treatment after my brain bleed. I wouldn’t have survived had I not had the will in me to survive.

This is somewhat of an interesting realization in light of my suicide attempts over the years. In 2017, I survived two medication overdoses and, this past summer, I cut my wrist. Thankfully, I survived and, in the case of the incident this summer, without medical intervention. I realize this means I still somehow have a desire to stay alive.

The War on Time #3TC

Posted on by Astrid

Hi everyone on this cold Boxing Day. When I saw today’s #3TC prompt, I was reminded of a newspaper article my father shared with me in late 1999. It was called something like “The war on time” and was about all the ways people have fought over timekeeping and calendars over the centuries. It included, of course, the change from the Julian to Gegrorian calendar in 1582. I gathered from that article that our calendar’s still not fully aligned with the sun, so that it’s proposed that the year 4000 won’t be a leap year.

By the way, can you believe we’re closer to that year now than we are to the year Jesus was born? Interestingly, in that same article I read that Jesus wasn’t born in the year 0 (which I’m pretty sure no-one had a number for back then) or 1. He was probably born at least five or six years before then and most certainly not on Christmas day. It makes some sense to celebrate his birth around the end of the year though, but that would be closer to March rather than January. Then again, back in the day the months of January and February didn’t exist.

I used to love learning all about timekeeping and calendars. I could probably find a lot more info about it now, over 25 years later and with my having access to the Internet. But I can’t be bothered, honestly. I’d rather be writing random ramblings.

Now going to turn off my little electric heater. The heating in the care home broke down on Wednesday. I noticed I was freezing, but didn’t connect the dots, since it was supposed to be -5°C outside too. I spent the holidays with my wife and came back around 5PM this evening to a home that was still cold. The staff figured out the problem yesterday and it got fixed, but with the type of heating we have, it takes forever for the entire home to warm up, hence why I put on the heater.

Blindness Doesn’t Bind Me

Posted on by Astrid

I am blind. This is, in a sense, an advantage. Not because it means I’m more capable in some way than sighted people. Of course, I could be more capable than some sighted people in some ways, but that’s not due to my blindness.

I say my blindness is an advantage in that it allows me an easy explanation for my challenges when I don’t want to elaborate. Other blind people – those in the “competent blind adult” community – may think I’m setting a bad example. Honestly though, I don’t care.

I know blindness shouldn’t bind me. It shouldn’t keep me from achieving my goals. But neither should autism. Or mild cerebral palsy. Or any of my other disabilities alone.

But I don’t want to have to pull my every disability apart to see how it does or does not – or should or should not – limit me. I am not blindness, autism, cerebral palsy or whatnot. And yes, I know I’m more dependent than other people with my diagnoses. But I am not my diagnoses. I am myself and I lead a meaningful life as much as I can. And that includes not letting other people define what that is.

Written for Three Things Challenge #MM75. I didn’t know how to fit in the word “abound” and actually had to look up its definition to be sure I would, if using it, use it correctly.