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I shifted to a new pair of crutches. Forearm ones. A little more wobbly than the axial crutches but at least it lessens the stares just a little bit.

It’s much harder to move around with clamps stuck on your forearms while you helplessly open doors. The good thing about forearm crutches is that they give me an upgraded ability to move in tight spaces. Yey!

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I haven’t had the time to continue the black notebook project after 4 short pages of doodles. Sigh. Too much work, too little time. Sometimes I really wonder what it’s like to not have an office job and be the god of my own time.

Hmmm…maybe that’s not such a bad idea after all. Heh. 😀

Look at me right-side up,
Or, chance upon me through webbed strands,

You can even glance from the bottom of a glass,
Or, through ink-filled vase.

But do take a really close look at me,
as I indifferently turn my back.

Finally! After 8 weeks my cast is gone!

I am now the proud owner of a swollen, hairy and very fragile leg and a 7K aircast >_< sigh.

*peeks at leg*

Looks very much like Robocop’s leg.

Or a Storm Trooper’s.

Or a Bionic leg.

@_@

It doesn’t fit my wardrobe. -.-

ARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!

One of the most infuriating experiences I had while in crutches was with a Guard in the Greenbelt 5 parking lot near the handicapped zone.

Guard: “Hindi po kayo pwede dito, pang-handicap lang to.” (You can’t park here, the space is for handicapped people only.)

Me: “Handicapped ako, tignan mo” (I’m handicapped, look at my leg.) (points to my leg)

Guard: “Dapat po disabled kayo kalahati ng katawan.” (Half of your body should be disabled to be able to use the handicap zone)

Me: “Ano?! May saklay nga ako!” (What?! I have crutches!)

Guard: (Points to the handicap sign) “Dapat may may wheelchair.”

Me: (While getting out of the car) “Tanga ka ba? Hindi lahat ng handicapped naka-wheel chair!” (Are you stupid? Not all handicapped people are in wheelchairs!)

Cut to me demonstrating a walk-out in crutches. Hah!

People tend to look at you differently while you’re in a cast.
From my recent observations, I summed it up into three types of people: Loving; Indifferent; and the Horrified ones.

Loving People
They are the ones who will go out of their way to open a door for you, move a chair or a table to one side, offer food or other stuff you might need before settling down. They will often watch over your leg, like a hawk, making sure nothing comes within a 1 meter radius.

Indifferent People
They see your casted leg but make like it’s a normal, like socks. They will gladly open doors for you, only when asked (about 3 times, you might be even told to wait for their help). They leave stuff on the ground unmindful of the handicapped person crutching their way to and fro. They can look at you and not see your casted leg or the pair of crutches protruding from your armpits.

Horrified People
Usually aged 45 up, who would look at you like you were a terrorist by your mere presence and that a handicapped person like you should stay inside the house until you’re fully healed (and by “fully” I mean back to your normal walking state) They stare and stare, at the cast. Some ask how you fell, but don’t make eye contact, they do make cast eye contact, though. Some even bow their heads while you hobble past them. And you often feel like a monster around them.

Why I do have to manage your mismanaged time?

Do you think it’s easy doing this all over again in a casted leg? It’s fuckin’ swollen because I’m so fuckin’ tired. But I have to stay up because of your effin’ requirement.

You wanted this on yourself so stop asking other people to take in your shit.

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