My Mom said this to me the first night that she had to tend to the problems that I am having with my feet. I’m trying to remember how long that has been and I am not sure but she has been washing my feet and putting medicine on at night for a while! I remember the first night she started doing this, when she was finished and turn the light off, she told me that I was, “Tender-footed” when I asked her why this was happening.
When she said that as she turned the light off, it reminded me of the schoolmate I had for my 12 years of education at St. Alphonsus. We weren’t close friends but we played basketball together and has all of the same classes. We went to Catholic school so we were tracked. We were on the Honors track. I remember when we were in grade school that she said some thing about girls being, “Tender-headed.” I didn’t know what that meant and she said when they really freak out when your hair is brushed. She said, you know like when you were a little girl.
No, I do NOT know what that is because my Mom just brushed my hair however she wanted and I just dealt with it but that’s a topic for another discussion.
Back to the story:
in high school, she braided my hair. During Physics class. She braided mine and our friend Kelly‘s hair. That is awful for me to say but that’s what we did but we all were getting excellent grades so that was no problem. I kept my hair in braids for about a week. I even had them during the Senior dance at school:
Kellu still had her hair braided but I had taken it out. I sent this picture to Sean not too long ago because it’s a total 90s picture because you can see the pager in my pocket. I thought my hair was braided for this one as well but I guess that’s a different dance. I know I wanted to share this picture but I wanted to research a few things before I explained myself.
That was me in high school. I remember having a conversation at Barwis with my trainer, Phil, and I told him that in high school I was, “Chub Rock City” and he didn’t know what that meant. I had to explain it to him. I just said that’s what my brothers used to call me when I was a kid.
So, because I wanted to share that picture that I thought my hair was braided in, I had to post an unflattering picture of myself so I wanted to get the answers. I texted my brother this:
And I’ll just leave some of the responses I got here:
So I had to embarrass myself to let you all know that that’s what I was called in my childhood just to be able to post this picture because I thought my hair was braided but when I find the picture of my hair also braided, I will be a Chubb rock!
But then that also lends itself into things that I’m dealing with right now. I have been drinking both my breakfast and lunches for a long time. I don’t remember when I started but my dinner menu is even smaller now. Because I have the first two levels of dysarthria, chewing is a problem for me. It’s too difficult!
My Mom doesn’t really understand why I am so uncomfortable with all the weight that I am steadily losing. I just got a script for new compression socks because my current ones are too big so they are not offering enough compression to feel good. But, when I have been called “chub rock” for so long growing up, of course it feels that way!
I just got the script and we figured out that we are going to get our teeth cleaned on the 16th so we rented a van so that day we can drive to the place to get fitted for my new socks. So my legs will be feeling crazy for a while still.