Ok, it's Saturday, there's nothing I'm particularly interested in doing so I'm just going to go ahead and tell my life story. Not my entire life, just the last two years.  Two years ago, I was an able bodied person, a retired RN  working PRN in Labor and Delivery.  I had a thriving EBAY business making things and selling them.  My husband and I were packing to move to Florida to a retirement community.  Jim has wanted to move to Florida for the last ten  years but I was still working and my parents were still living.  The last four years my brother and Sue and I were very involved in their care, switching off staying with them.  The last two years after my mom passed away,  during the school  months, my dad would come stay with either Sue or I because Sue had a school age child and lived forty miles away.  In the summer she could bring him with her so Dad could stay on the farm. My dad passed away the day before his 93rd birthday.  The next year Jim and I began making plans for our move to Florida.  We sold our house and while we were packing our belongings, I fell down the basement steps and my whole life was turned upside down, pun intended.  I broke my neck and spent  the next three weeks in intensive care in a medically induced coma.  Then I was transferred to a rehab hospital where Jim and Sue and I were taught everything we'd need to know for me to survive as a quadriplegic.  I retained use of my arms and my right hand.  After five months I went to Sue's house for her to care for me.  In order for Sue to continue to help take care of me, we needed to live closer to her, so we moved to her small town.  Florida became a dim memory.  We built a completely wheelchair accessible home in town and Sue helps my husband take care of me.  She's also our driver because Jim is losing his vision.  I don't require a lot of care, but there's no way I could live on my own.  So six days a week, Sue comes to our house to make stuff with me while Jim goes into his office and takes a break.  I'm not telling you this so you"ll pity me, but rather because so many of my stories are related to my disabilities.