but all I got were smaller, weaker leg muscles.
You can hide, but you can’t run
...I don't hold crutches.
Made an account just to share this. My dad is paraplegic--he broke his neck at a college wrestling tournament when he was 19. There's a story my mom always tells about him that just sums up how he can be so lighthearted even in the darkest of circumstances.
During his long stay at the hospital immediately after his injury, a nurse checks in on him, making sure his condition hasn't gotten any worse.
She asks, "Can you hear okay?"
He says, totally deadpan, "No, I can see fine."
Even then, lying in a hospital bed after a life-altering injury, my dad couldn't give up an opportunity to make someone laugh.
Nurse walks past my bed, trying to find someone else. She looks at me and asks, "Kane?" I replied, no thanks.. I already have my crutches.
I recently tore all the ligaments in my ankle and I’m still in rehab. I was on the sidewalk concentrating on my crutches when a construction worker popped up in front of me. Initially I thought he was going to tell me I was walking under something dangerous; halfway through I thought he was going to ask me out; then Jesus happened:
“Hey, that looks like it hurts!”
“Naw, it’s not bad, it’s much better now.”
“Running? Skiing? How’d you do it?”
“Rock climbing.”
“Rock climbing! Wow, so you must be strong, eh?”
“Yeah, I’m ripped.”
“ … ripped? Really?”
“Yeah, I’m super ripped.”
“ … oh. Wow. Not joking.”
“Yeah, I’m joking. I’m not actually ripped.”
“ … ahaha … hah. That was good.”
“Yep.”
“So, I’m Christian.”
“Hi, Christian.”
“... and I don’t know if you’ve read the Bible, but the Bible says that laying on of hands, especially for our fellow Christians, will heal. And I’ve …” etc.
It took me a block to realize that I’d accidentally made a Dad joke.
who claims he can heal anyone with magical crystals. He announces to a crowd, “anyone who needs something healed, step right up and I can heal you with my powers!” Someone steps up, on crutches. “Hi, I’m Phil, can you fix my leg?” He asks. “Yes! Of course! Phil, step behind the curtain!” Answers the crystal guy. Then, another man steps up. “You seem fine! What’s the problem?” The crystal guy asks. “I h-h-have ha-had this st-stutter since I wa-was five.” He said. “Ok, I can fix you right up!” The crystal guy says, motioning the guy with the stutter behind the curtain. Then, he says some sort of chant, moving crystals around. Once he is done he shouts, “Phil, throw a crutch over to prove you’re healed!” A crutch goes flying over the curtain. The crowd gasps. “Now, sir, with the stutter, say something!” He shouts, showing off it worked. “U-uh Ph-Phil fe-ell d-down.”
Girlfriend "oh and my credit card is now disabled" Me "is it in a wheelchair or on crutches?"
Background: My boyfriend is stuck on crutches after having hip surgery and likes to sit in the recliner with his legs propped up. Since he can't move his hips, I have to lower the footrest for him to get out of the chair.
Him: Can you put my feet down so I can go relax in the bed for a while?
Me: Feet, you're stupid and useless and no one likes you!
Him giving me silence with a side of contempt while I cackle.
Laughter is the best medicine...
is hopping around on one foot and saying it's broken. It's not (as she was running around all day yesterday). She asks if we have crutches to which I reply, "No, but you can get around the house by wriggling across the carpet."
She's protesting, so I ask her, "Well, you DO like Harry Potter don't you?" She says, "Yes," failing to see what Harry Potter had to do with a tender ankle.
"Well," I explain "Just pretend you're at Hogwarts, but instead of being in Gryffindor you'll be in House Slytherin."
Me: You’re a good support system.
Husband: I know, I bought crutches and everything.
Me: LAUGHS! That was pretty good.
Husband: I know. I got a leg up on you.
We're sitting at dinner with some friends of the family, one of which is sitting in a wheelchair. My father looks up and begins to tell a story about his time growing up living with the heavy metal crowd.
"You know, the wheelchairs, the crutches, the walkers, all those heavy metal bitches."
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I sprained my ankle and have to use crutches Dad says "hey now you can get a job at I-hop!" Nice one dad
I work with disabled people and one child and I have a routine where whenever he hands me his pencil, I hand him his crutches and we leave. Today he hands me his pencil about 2 minutes before we have to leave and says "I would do more work but there's no point."
Before even thinking I respond "Well how were you writing this whole time!? And started cracking up, I actually got a smile...
You can hide, but you can't run.
