Judgement – Part 1
There are times I am sick to fucking death with random strangers having an opinion about me, that I don’t need to hear.
The other day my Girl-Friday (one of my lovely assistants was with me) were walking down the street. Just paint a picture; using a walking stick in my right hand and my left arm in the cuff and collar (it’s a form of sling) and an older lady sitting on a park bench on the footpath chooses to announce to me “Get a walking frame! You are the third person today I’ve seen with a walking stick.”
Now to say I think I kept walking, shaking my head at her helpful comment, I would have just said “No! No! No! No! No!”
Without any obvious professional experience in any medical or rehab field, I am vitally aware she did not take into consideration without BOTH ARMS WORKING. I would actually be more likely to fall over.
There is one thing about falling on a hard but flat surface, but falling on a structure and part of you falling on the floor are two different things. Hard, but flat surface please.
So, I go back to my original point, I am done with people giving me their random opinions to which they have no actual qualification.