I have a Type V, which the resident had me think was a Type II. I get downright piased, not even sad, about not walking normally. Fuck, I just want to cast off these arm sticks and go!
I was in a hugely contemplative mood — http://christina-on-wheels.blogspot.ca/2014/08/the-things-you-learn.html?m=1 — and ended up having a beer too many and feeling sorry for myself. Fuck all this injury. It sucks!