No happy ataw... Even though ah should be fair chuffed with maself and the progess ah've made in a week. :sad:
Pissed off that ma oldest sister thinks she's doin' go by praising me. Yet, ah just feel like am being lectured and condescended to for not huvin the self-confidence to walk on ma crutches at the moment. Am I not allowed to be afraid of losing my balanced and falling, like? Which is the last thing me or my consultant surgeon want to happen. And what if there's nothing to break my fall? Oh, and whit aboot the wee overlooked fact that... (drumroll): I'm walkin' differently than before!
Also, does the daft bitch no realise that, on account of being both the only male and the yongest sibling, ah dinnae exactly get self-confidence instilled in me from a young age. Naw, ah got anxiety and fear instilled in me at a young age. Because our Mum, like some single mothers, knews nuthin' when it comes to raisin' boys.
Sorry for overly personal rant, there.