The corridor leading to Michelangelo’s David was lined with the sculptor’s unfinished slaves, only half carved out of their marble blocks. The Galleria dell'Accademia security guard, Maria, weaved between tourists, past the slaves, and towards David himself.
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As luck would have it, the day before I was due to file this piece I ended up the emergency room with my ten-year-old daughter. She was burning up, had stomach pains. The fever clocked in at forty degrees. They took pieces of her away for testing. They stuck needles in her. I sat by her bed and we put our heads very close to the TV remote’s speaker and from time to time, people came to make sure she was okay.
As a person living with a chronic illness, the most humbling part of the experience for me is observing the amazing effect it has on other people. I am often asked, ‘Kaitlyn, what is the best thing about having a functional impairment?’ and I can say without hesitation that it is the magical way I inspire able-bodied people to divinely manifest medical knowledge.
I didn’t pick my moment well. We were standing in the middle of the vegetable aisle at Harris Farm, in front of an over-spilling tray of truss tomatoes, shortly after incurring the ire of a short and beefy man in a four-wheel drive whose parking spot I’d inadvertently taken.
Before our parents started pulling their hair out over the apocalyptic ‘hook-up culture’ endorsed by apps like Grindr, tinder and OKc. Baby Boomers were still stuck in that fear-mongering stage of ‘everyone you meet online is a serial killer’.