{{{Sean}}} I'm sorry about all the stress you have had in your life recently.

We're back from apartment hunting. The first place we looked at was the right price in a good neighborhood but kind of icky inside. The second place was a house for rent, which was way out of our price range, very pretty, but unfortunately not as accessible as I would need it to be. My new favorite term for disability is "leg issues" because that is what the agent said when he was on the phone trying to get someone in his office to look up more places for us. I could tell he couldn't figure out what to say with me standing there. First floor apartments are difficult, but he is hoping he will have more the show us by next week.

Leg issues! Bwah! I find that euphemism especially amusing for some reason.

Leg issues? Oh, my goodness. People! It's called accessibility. It's not that difficult!

People get so self-conscious around any kind of disability. I wonder if the fact that my grandfather was quadriplegic makes me less prone to stress about them. I mean, I've found that my loved ones with disabilities generally just want to be treated like everyone else and don't want people to go to an extreme of overcompensating or pretending it doesn't exist.

He's a sort of nervous, forgetful kind of guy, so he may not have been able to think of the proper word on the spot. It was cute, and I wasn't offended.

Oh I get that. I think that's what I mean--I'm amused more in a "Aww, how cute!" kind of way.

You're like Lindsey...are they evil leg issues?

People get so self-conscious around any kind of disability.

This is probably why I tend to say things (to people I know) like: Hey Gimpy McGimpersteen, how's all that gimping going for you?

Sean is big with the tact.

ETA: ND is up and seems to be doing better, though he's far from healed.

ND is up and seems to be doing better, though he's far from healed.

Oh, good. Poor guy.