Aluminium Man

So I managed to complete my latest adventure in raising money for charity, which again turned out pretty damned good and raised nearly £400 for the Stroke Association! Unfortunately, what I was left with was almost as inconvenient as the impact this issue casts upon the poor sufferer - I have a stress fracture in my ankle! For a few days after my walk I had no more than a cankle (that bit where the calf meets the ankle) - once the swelling went down it looked like a double ankle! Anyway, long and short is A&E don't care to much about doing anything with this until I have a bone scan and they can see how bad it is - that'll be the scan scheduled for two weeks time! Then all they will say is "rest it". Anyway, following an incident in the train station yesterday; being attacked by a bloke with his rolling bag (why are these dicks like caravan drivers) and shouting abuse at him, I noted a few people looking at the attacker at tutting - in my mind they are all thinking "Tch, look at that rude idiot with his bag not looking where he is going - well done that spastic for standing up for himself" - and that's where my new nickname was sporned ... I am Spastic Dave!! It is quite liberating walking around with sticks - uncomfortable and embarrassing - but liberating in the eay it helps you drop off the PC peg for a while. I have joined a new sub-group of society and can flex the position as I feel fit. It's also given me a whole new insight into these wasters in society that actually live life by the crutch. As soon as I was tasked with leaving the hospital and returning to my life, I craved to stop for a while in the street and light up! This is amazing, nothing has given me this urge stronger than this ever before!! Hopefully I'll be off these soon as I feel I may have to buy me a shell suit. People respect me now - they can't slam a door in my face any more without becoming seen as social pariahs. Although I have moved down a step in the mobility scale I am now actually top of my game as Spastic Dave!