I am still in the midst of butt rehab—no wound per se but the skin is thin and seems to be getting thinner, I try to depression lift and lay back my chair as much as I can and all the works seem to help but I m still having to lay down when ever I am at home in order to preserve enough skin integrity to go to work the next day or week. I have also been working less then my whole shift of ten hours. This last week has been eights—I start at 7:00 am and leave at 3:30pm.
So yesterday, I leave work and jump my train heading South bound an I was surprised to see the front section where I have to ride sense I am wheelchair and there was young fam with three kids and a stroller in the crip section—that’s not supposed to happen but what can you do? It’s not worth it to fight bu what was weird was people in wheelchairs kept getting on he train at each stop! One of the folks sitting right infront of me was a blind with hi guide dog—he seemed a perturbed as I with all the people in the disabled section .At twenty one hundred a drunk smoker wheelhair user boarded and he smelt bad and tried to make conversation with the blind guy and kept trying to pet the dog and the blind guy kept telling him the dog was working and leave the dog alone. The animal had its hands-paws full trying to keep it’s tail from being smashed by on of the many wheelchairs crowded into the section as well as trying to dodge the touches drunk. This was when I noticed the dog was out fitted with nikes—I had never see anything like this before but made since the mutt was on his feet as much as they are. I wished I had gotten a better image of all four but I did manage to get one. The drunk rolled off at 45 hundred
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