Up until today I have felt quite ambivalent about my injury. Injury makes it sound like I did something noble to aquire such damage, I should really call it a stupid self-inflicted accident. Much more accurate, but not helpful on the glum monitor. The rain has helped. Work would have been challenging and uncomfortable, so a lucky escape in that department. Today however it became an annoyance, a sadness. Or was that yesterday. When I tried to get through a door whilst inexpertly driving my crutches, or when my coat was dragging in the rain or when I had to ask for help to carry the coffees to the table whilst my friend was parking the car. A lesson. Learnt.
Earlier today I heard on the radio a representative from a homeless charity saying that celebrities sleeping out for one night in their designer sleeping bags was patronising to the true homeless. I thought him harsh.
Now I realise that, god willing, in a few weeks I will be back on my feet and dancing YMCA with the best of them. How to negotiate steps and doors and all manner of public places will be a problem of the past. Some will not have this luxury.