Last week I dislocated my knee. In the final ten minutes of work I came up with 'the penguin dance' where you keep your knees together and splay your feet and kinda jump around a little bit. This resulted in the afore mentioned dislocated knee....
I've spent the week after this event limping around on a pair of crutches unable to put any weight on the injured leg and being overtaken by old women on both zimmer frames and mobility scooters. How I wish I was joking.
However,this injury brings up a whole different indignition, that being the disabled access (or lack of it) in many public areas, mainly my university. Firstly I had to struggle up 2 flights of stairs for a lecture this week, 2 flights of wet, wobbly-handrailed stairs. It's an older building, there's no lift, I can almost comprehend that, but then I discovered there was no lift access to my friends halls, then there was an overgrown bush blocking a ramp so I had to heave myself up yet more stairs...the list can go on, and on, and on. Either way, I was not impressed. And when I limped my way into the bar to buy a drink to soften my anger at all the f***ing stairs do I really need to be stared at? Does a leg splint and a set of crutches immediatly make me the most interesting person on campus? Really?
On the upside, I don't have to work this week, no more Bene-babe shit for me!
Don't ask me why I felt it is appropriate to blank out 'fucking' but not 'shit'.
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