Everyone needs a Mumpy Mascot...
I came to this conclusion after a somewhat surreal visit to the physical rehabilitation facilities at my hospital yesterday. Everyone came up to me and loudly pronounced that I was so strong, that I was working so hard and that I was making so much progress. This time, unlike last week with the lady who went on and on about how I was so brave, it was the patients speaking and acting out not the hospital staff. They approached me in the gym, they stopped me in the hallways and with silly grins and booming voices they announced my amazing progress, yes my miracle status, to the entire lobby. Hmmmm......me, the Mumpster an inspiration? a miracle? No, really I do not want that kind of praise. I'm not an inspiration. I just go in there and fight for my gains and work hard towards my treatment goals.
If watching me struggle to walk and watching me exercise through tears makes these people feel better about their carpal tunnel or their sprained ankle, then I suppose they can keep on staring. But let's make it official. I would much rather be a rallying mascot than the token inspirational gimp. At least then I would have a costume to hide inside of!