What a fucking miserable proposition. It seemed like such a fabulous idea too. But apparently I have no level of fitness anymore and moving anywhere was the biggest effort in the world. Worse still, floors everywhere were slippery and thus my crutches were flying out from underneath me almost constantly (it felt). Shannon was fab and I kind of felt even worse being grumpy and frustrated because he was being so patient with me. He managed to maintain this patience even while being rained on as I hobbled VERY SLOWLY down Blallen Street.
The outside world is out there.
It's just far far away from me.
And more difficult to access than I could have possibly imagined.
It's unbelievably fucking depressing to be so dependent on other people and to be physically STUCK. Did I mention how much more empathy I have for people with a permanent disability now? It is a great deal more empathy. HUGE BAGS more empathy. Imagine coping with immobility for your entire life? I don't even want to. I'm bloody miserable enough as it is.
I'm drinking red wine in bed and I spilt some on Shannon's sheets by accident. I think I wiped it off in time tho. Geeky documentaries and much sulking for me now I think.
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