“Ever stumble into something…find yourself limping along…or get on a roll? These turns of phrase turned into my life…after getting mugged and shot in the spinal cord at age 21. The ensuing decades of stumbling, limping and rolling have now turned into something else. Including this website, a book…and now visitors like you! Welcome.” – Paul Bendix

Paul BendixBlog: Range of Motion
A Wheelchair Odyssey

  • In SOMA - It’s confusing enough getting oriented in a new city…and even more confusing when the city is far from new…and one’s memories are far from accurate. South of Market Area. Being Americans, we even have an acronym.  SOMA used to have … Continue reading
  • Kindness - After my morning’s labors are concluded…and they are, in one sense, substantial, consisting of physical therapy…I get on with the next challenge, my emotions. For reasons that are unknown, this often requires a brief escape from the premises. One need … Continue reading
  • Time Flying - Schedules…10 a.m. here, noon there…was it always thus? Yet from another perspective, I cannot account for the day. I seem to recall…and stress the word ‘seem’…that human existence was much simpler. Perhaps this was the phase called childhood. I have … Continue reading
  • Driver’s Seat - ‘I said I wasn’t feeling well,’ Spike Milligan’s famous epitaph…are words to live by. There’s always something hanging over one’s head, isn’t there? In my case, it’s backing into the garage. I may feel that I’ve got the driving thing … Continue reading
  • Lagging Less - Can a mild cold hang on like a limpet for weeks? Apparently. Also apparently, it could be much worse. Jane returned from the friendly skies with laryngitis. This, whatever I have, is much more unobtrusive. Mostly, it pops up in … Continue reading