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Guess what happened next.
If you guessed Naomi trying to eat the blue off of my walking boot, you'd be correct!
She managed to get two good chomps on it before big human ran across the room to snatch it away from her. I was no help at all from my position seated on the floor. At best, all I could do was shout, "No-don't eat that!!!"
“OH YEAH!”
“Guess who has a doctor’s note that can get him out of gym class for a couple weeks! THIS GUY! TAKE THAT, COACH DOPKINS!”
“So, uh, Theo crushed my foot with a table, but I’m fine. Just gotta wear a walking boot for a bit.”
“Mom gave me extra ice cream! I love being injured!”
Can we stop asking strangers for their medical information as small talk? Like, I get it. I really do. You see someone with crutches or a walking boot or whatever and you’re curious and you want to share that time you had the same thing. But, the whole problem with needing to ask that question is that you don’t know what happened. That could be a disability. That could be a reminder of a traumatic event. That could just be something they don’t want to talk about. Shouldn’t physical pain/injuries be an obvious potential trigger? Shouldn’t we tread lightly when we request personal information? Shouldn’t we stop asking people about their bodies before we ask their names?
Only 4 days in this damn walking boot and I'm ready to kill someone.
Day 508, 13 November 2019
Sprained my ankle at work yesterday. The only thing that seemed fitting for my boot was to paint it like Iron Man...
He definitely tried to use my boot as a scratching post.... 😑😑😑. Asshole!
So I'm on crutches and a walking boot right now
And I've noticed something really interesting
People LOVE opening doors for me and/or helping me carry stuff
But ONLY IF they're older people???
Younger folk tend to largely leave me alone. They dont stare, but they also dont go out of their way to come and help me
But older people??? Oh, they're opening ALL the doors, they're helping me with ALL the carrying
I feel like there's something there? Idk what it means specifically, but its noticeable enough to me that I wonder if anyone else has experienced this?
Now, to be fair, I do live in the Southern United States, and southern hospitality is the cornerstone of everything people do. However, the fact that its almost always older people is just really interesting
