"Nonya"

For the past month, I've had a cast on my right foot. It will be there for about 3 more weeks. Eight years ago I wore a cast on my left foot, hopped around on crutches, and was completely astounded that despite numerous signs and claims of special features, it was very difficult to function as a person with limited mobility. Doors that did not automatically open were often to heavy for me to manage on my own. Handicapped accessible bathrooms were never in convenient locations. And there were many other obstacles. This time around I was astonished by how little progress has been made in almost a decade. I still needed a lot of help/intervention to get in and out of buildings, including the one where my doctor's office is! But what really shocked me was not the kindness of strangers, but their curiosity. Many wished me a speedy recovery, but most whom I encountered wanted to know what happened to me. Did I break my ankle or my leg? Was I in an accident or a fight? What condition was the other person in? I don't mind sharing with close friends, but complete strangers in restaurants, at the airport, in the library, on the street, and just about everywhere else wanted the gory details. Just because they were nosey and rude, didn't mean I should be impolite. I tried to give the simplest answer possible when all I really wanted to say was, "Nonya," as in none of your business!