Yesterday we went to see our lawyer about updating our wills. Our lawyer used to be a neighbor, but I haven’t seen him in four or five years, and he apparently hadn’t gotten the wheelchair memo.
He came out of his office, looked at me in a sort of puzzled way, and said, “Is that Katja? You’re half the person you used to be!” Then after another couple seconds, he asked, “And why are you in a wheelchair?”
It was nice that he saw the person first, not the chair, and to be reminded that even though I might feel fat now, in fact I’m pretty damn skinny, relatively speaking.