From IMDB: The claustrophobic world of a WWII German U-boat; boredom, filth, and sheer terror.
From my life: Claustrophobic? Check. Boredom? Check. Filth? Eh. I suppose more than usual.
Because I’ve been in this lovely contraption:
And rocking one of these:
For precisely… 24 days. (Or in Lauren time, 8 million years.) All because of this tiny little issue:
Which I did how? Oh, by tripping stepping off a curb and rolling my ankle. On Halloween. Dressed as Batgirl. Wearing a black tutu and yellow cape. Because I’m awesome. But at least had the presence of mind to change out of the tutu and cape before going to the hospital.
Now after my brief and tragic stint as a caped superhero, I’m relegated to the much less glamorous world. One where I attempt to do my very mobile job from my immobile desk chair. One where I must face my own OCD, neat-freak, independent demons because cleaning, organizing, and generally doing anything that involves carrying things while scooting isn’t really possible.
After nearly a month, I’ve resigned to my new state of existence to the point I no longer feel shame from people starring at me and have no issue rockin’ the wheels off motorized wheelchairs through the grocery store:
One month down, two to go…