During my recovery I have become annoyed, no, not with you lot, I love you lot!
I have become angry with appointments, or waiting for appointments, in fact waiting rooms.
The worst one was a Health Assessment, or a 'prove-to-me-you're-sick' interview so that I can continue to get paid the pittance they give me. I was told I had to attend two weeks after my op or lose the tiny offering.
Apart from having to hobble on my crutches about 500yds, dodging scaffolding poles and building stuff I arrived at a waiting room to find unsuitable chairs. They were trendy low level and armless. I was too scared to try and sit, having visions of the burley security men being brought in from the lager soaked Job Centre next door, so I perched on a radiator. I perched for 40 minutes because they were running late. I was not on my own. There was a young girl who was also just out of hospital with screws in her knee (she showed me) and an old guy who was trying to fall asleep against the wall.
I complained. I certainly wasn't the only one who was incapacitated?
Flossie, behind the security window, (I called her Flossie because she looked as if she had applied her make-up with a fish slice) said "We haven't got any money". I eyed the illegal seating and snorted.
Then there were the super slidey, plastic horrors at the pharmacy - I leaned against the display of surgical supports and Flossie's cousin came and tutted at me.
The bank supplied an exercise bar and the Post Office left me wedged up against a moveable barrier and 'holiday items'.
But the, then came the worst - the doctors surgery, I kid you not. Not a high/raised chair in the whole room. I had never noticed before but I noticed now that I have just had my femur chopped off. The chairs were all cramped together so that I was in danger on inflicting serious injuries with my crutches to the 'coughing' crew who were lounging on chairs that looked about 6inches off the floor.
Helga the Dragonlady Of St Surgery also announced that they don't have any money, or any room (!!!!!) for higher chairs.
Has anyone else found this? I am surely not the only one to have noticed, I even feel a bit embarrassed for not noticing on behalf of the rest of the hobbling club, the older folk and the recently hipped.
Surely someone can knock up a few chair risers? Or spend a bit of money on sensible seating or even supply some emergency cushions.
I watched an old guy hovering over an elusive plastic chair in the doctors and have vowed to get this changed.
I shall donate my own perch stool and a set of chair raisers and try not to forget once I heal that this is really important.