Too Much Information

Two weeks after my latest Angiogram, I still had a nasty bruise at the top of my right leg where the registrar had been pushing down on my leg to better manage the wire. You may see a photo of that.

These are my favoured Thunderpants. (www.thunderpants.co.nz) Sorry not sorry. Amusingly, this floral pattern just adds to the old lady vibe, doesn’t it?

I often find I need to give a little TMI to people who see me out in my community, so they do actually realise I’m more disabled than they realise.

There is a regular human I feed treats to his dog Frankie outside my favoured cafe in Fitzroy North every week. He is twenty years older than I am and when I dare mention I’ve been busy with medical appointments, he motions to all the other cashed up Liberal voters that meet for coffee and social time to chat about travels and how nice people are, in XYZ. He is oblivious to how much I have going on. So, on this special occasion I totally flashed him the photo of my bruise.