So here’s an experience I can’t get out my head:
A few days ago, a man explained to me how to stabilize my wobbly foot. I did not ask. He’s not my physio.
Do you think that I, a fellow circus artist and lifelong athlete, have not had every rehab tip under the sun? That I, who am attached to this foot, am not expert in what it’s doing?
Im not mad, im kind of amazed. The cajones on this one. I’m gonna ask him how to put in a tampon since I clearly cannot function.
I defaulted to «yeah I’ll try that» but next time I’m going to tell him his shiny new degrees can fuck all the way unless I’m paying to hear them or they’re vital to our mutual survival.
Smdh.,









