The plaster is off – after just over a week. Maybe I’m immortal after all! I only have to hobble around horribly subconsciously for another few weeks now. Trying to negotiate public transport over the past week has made me very aware of the shortcomings of disabled access here in Belgium (it’s my right foot so I can’t drive).
But I’m much more aware of how “normal” people (like me) usually see disabled people on the street. And I don’t like being a cripple.