Lifestyle Change

Yesterday, as Sara and I were walking from the car to Jamba Juice a man wearing and Applebees’ shirt approaches, the following conversation ensued:

man: Is your spinal cord cut in half?
me: no.
man: Why are you in a wheelchair?
me: I have a syrinx in my spinal cord.
man: I know someone who helps people in wheelchairs walk in a relatively short period of time.
me: so?
man: Well, can I give you the number?
me: Umm. I don’t think I would use it.
man: Well, I know it’s a lifestyle change, so if you’re happy the way you are.
me: whatever.

That was it. After it happened, Sara asked me if that happened often and I answered more than one would think. She asked me how it made me feel. I didn’t know. But, I do now. That guy came up to me and then by the end of the conversation he’s trying to make me feel like an asshole because I didn’t take the number. What the hell? He doesn’t know me. I had surgery this year by one of the most accomplished neurosurgeons in the country, at a hospital famous for paralysis research. So sorry, if I don’t value the opinion of the assistant f*cking manager of Applebee’s. I wish I had said all of that to him, but what good would it do? No good, no good at all.

People, people, people… mind your own damn business!