Home again, home again, jiggety-jig. War was good - not great, not awful, just good. I walked very little, which was very hard on me and my tendency to walk a lot, but the foot was Unhappy. I did avail myself of disability services some, although the 2nd time I went by there they made me feel most unwelcome, rather like I was faking it to get a
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My limp is moderate at times, and I didn't explain that time. Part of the problem is that re-injuring myself has damaged my self-esteem to the point where I'm very uncertain just in general, and extremely sensitive. It took me a few days to figure all this out, which, of course, was just enough time to go home.
Anything she did was extremely subtle, and could be at least partly due to cultural misunderstanding - she's older midwesterner, very reserved, and I'm a loquacious southerner, so I take even slight body language very intensively, especially when I'm down in general.
So it's at least partly me as well - I'm just insanely sensitive.
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I think I might know who you mean, she's a rather disapproving sort.
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No biggie, it's at least 50% my fault as well as hers, but it did irk me that I gave in.
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I'm sorry too, but you're extra-busy right now.
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