Yes, I wear lipstick. Yes, Eminem was playing from my car. Yes, I am 44 years old. Yes, I had to get groceries before the winter storm arrived. Yes, I have handicapped plates. Yes, the car belongs to me as do the plates. (❗️AND❗️) Yes, I see your dirty looks, glaring, shaking of heads, whispering and ignorant assumptions of what a handicapped person looks like. I owe you no explanation of my disability. You are not entitled to my health history. The audacity of people to verbalize comments 'that's a handicapped parking spot,' 'stop using your grandma car,' 'I'm going to report you.'
Listen assholes, I have more metal in my body than an aluminum can recycling center. I have Avascular Necrosis (AVN) or Osteonecrosis. I have rods, pins, plates, screws etc holding this body together. My hips went first. Bilateral hip replacements. Second, my left shoulder. Shoulder replaced. Third, knees. Bilateral knee replacements. Fourth, left ankle. Same story, same dance.
Like most, some days are better than others. Sometimes I need a cane, sometimes I don't. Sometimes I can get in/out of my car with minimal difficulty. Other times it takes me 10 minutes to align my hips, legs and feet to the ground.
Basically FK YOU and your dirty looks. #AvascularNecrosis #Osteonecrosis #ChronicIllness #ChronicPain #InvisibleDisability #InvisibleIllness #Disability #ButYouDontLookSick #Youdont knowme