Trapped by the inability to drive and loss of Ames, (#1 Personal Attendant!) wore me down a little more each day. Generally following Dr’s orders (the important ones) earned me a pass out for a couple hours. What better way to spend a couple hours than kicking (or rolling) around the aisles of the local hardware store.
I learned many people treat you significantly differently simply as the result of a crutch. Some genuinely interested in helping, some display nervousness, some even a touch of annoyance. It’d be easy to make assumptions about some of what they’re thinking: “why him, he’s faking (because he’s not old, overweight, no visible injury), wish he’d figure out how to run that thing”. Reality is I have no idea but it was enlightening to be in the position to observe.
I owe the opportunity and thanks (one of many) to Coach E, my driver/personal shopper/support/photographer.
wag more
bark less