Life’s a bitch! Life’s unfair! Life sucks! Under ordinary circumstances I would tell myself to shut the fuck up! But right now, my life is anything but ordinary. I am three weeks into a broken leg and I am virtually helpless. Just this morning it took me thirty minutes to put on a pot of coffee. Then I had to search the house to have someone carry a cup back to my room.
I have to bathe like a prostitute, I’ve got three weeks of dirty laundry lying on the floor, and I can’t even make up my bed. Even taking a shit is a chore! Ever try wiping your ass leaning forward on two crutches? I’m trying to keep from embarrassing my mother should I have to go to the hospital again and not crashing into the mirror at the same time.
I have come to the conclusion that breaking a leg is easy. Snap goes the bone, get a cast placed around said bone, and pop a few pain pills and you’re done. The hard part is the 8-12 weeks it will take for my bones to fuse themselves back together. But the good thing for me is that my ordeal will be over in a couple of months. I will no longer take my body or health for granted. So my thoughts turned to those that are permanently handicapped.
I don’t know what it is like to be blind or confined to a wheelchair but I have a newfound respect for those of us who have to get by in a world that is not set up for them. In an odd kind of way, I feel as if the handicapped are indeed stronger individuals than their non-handicapped counterparts. I can’t walk through my house without tripping over my own two feet and yet a blind man with help of a dog or cane can catch a bus cross-town and go to work. That’s a man with courage. All of a sudden, I have no right to feel sorry for myself.