040726 Nyoya's Daily Log
I woke up at 6 in the morning and went on to have an interview at 9.30. It was wonderful to talk to a disabled researcher about their research on climate change and climate justice. We chatted a bit about our love for writing before we said goodbye.
In the middle of the day, my friend texted that they got hospitalized. Empathy intensified into an ache in my chest when I knew my friend was sick, alone, and tortured. Every time I hear a crip's story, I get submerged in the frustration that I can't make their pain bearable.
The neurologist commented on my long nails. Once while she examined me, once while I left the room. She was lucky I didn't come for an appointment in my daster. Self-maintenance costs a lot for crip jiwaraga. I wasn't in the mood for rationing.
On the way home, Dad got upset because of other drivers, and I was thinking that it wasn't that serious. We weren't in a rush anyway. Maybe he is one with the car the way I am one with the wheelchair. I did hear him talk about how he physically could feel when the car needs fixing.














