It's a hard life

The world is a changing place, for buggy pushers and those in wheelchairs there are far fewer obstacles out there to confront. I have noticed though that in assisting the less able the able bodied are being disabled. If you catch my drift, go on catch it.

Okay that isn't entirely true, but for the first paragraph you have to write something shocking and controversial. It was either that or I reveal there is a cat rapist on my road, and that's the last thing you need to read over your cuppa.

I think it's a really good thing that we are adapting transport,buildings and other such things to accomodate those with impairments. BUT I used a Toilet in a hospital today and suddenly my world came crashing down around me, soaked in urine and bits of soggy tissue (More drama in the second paragraph, I don't charge for these vital hints by the way)

The Toilet was for everyone, a Gentleman's W.C with a few urinals and some cubicles. Fully furnished I suppose you could say, mirrors on the wall and everything. The hospital obviously thought it a good idea to not assume all disabled people should have to use that one designated toilet (that everyone else who likes room to swing a cat in use anyway) and so they adapted the urinals to assist those with trouble standing. What a fuckery for me. (A pretend swear in the 3rd paragraph to keep your interest)

They had put a metal bar right the way across the urinals for people to hold onto while they took a leak. This bar though was my downfall, it was right where my 'hosepipe' (deliberate exaggeration of genetalia to provoke an ideal image in the readers mind) sits. So now I had to decide whether to sort of tiptoe and hang it over, or bend my knees a little and go under. Or not notice until I had already started wizzing and then find out the hard way. I shant be letting on which one of those it ended up being.

So i'm not having a go, i'm not moaning that we lose about 4 seats on the bus, or that I have to double over at a cash machine, or that they get all the best parking spaces. I don't know what will happen tomorrow or the day after, I may need to use a wheelchair and I wouldn't want to be restricted as to what I can do. But then again I don't want piss on my shoes (Humour used to reference an unanswered question in the previous paragraph)

Much Love x