I'm now sixty.
I can no longer run but I can hobble along pretty fast for an old fat woman with multiple orthopedic injuries.
The wheelchair hasn't caught me yet. But I now own one because I know we won't be having this conversation when I'm 70.
Thank you for putting my pelvis back together, and taking the time to talk to me. Had I been a normal person and not a Vichi I would have been in a chair when I was 50.
I'm going to need to buy some restraints, because I know even when I'm in a chair they're going to have to tie me to keep me there.
Love,
Paja
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