Do you want my autograph?

Hello!

I've been meaning to talk about this for a while now and today is the day I'm going to do it. Ever since I've been in a wheelchair and I been getting services from the CLSC and the CMR, I been getting one compliments on my persona.

"Mr. Guzman, you have very nice legs."

Why thank you very much, I always say. This has been going for several times and today it happened again at the CMR.

"Mr. Guzman, you have very nice legs."

This time I said thank you and told the lady that she wasn't the first that complemented my legs. She kept on insisting that my legs were really nice. I told her that I wish I would have had these type of compliments back when I was walking but now it was kind of late. What was I going to do? Become a leg model or something? My wife told me once that she did like my legs, that compared to my brothers they were the right proportion. At this point I'm getting compliments from all the occupational therapists, nurses, helpers, a whole bunch of people!

I'd don't know what to think of this, should I really hit a model agency? Tell them that I got sexy legs and that I can pose for them if they wanted to, or become a leg double. I can see myself doing stunt doubles for Sylvester Stallone, Bruce Willis, Brad Pitt... I could get good money for this!

I hope my wife doesn't get jealous, these people don't mean anything to me sweetheart. They just want my body, they want to use me and abuse me. So you shouldn't worry about it. Really, what should I do in case one of them hits on me? If she tells me that she can give me better toys if I go with her, a 4x4 wheelchair, six bath a day, a luxury lift that will get me up in the sky so fast is not even funny. Or the optimal thingamajig: a hospital bed that will not crack or make funny noises when being use?

I don't know, things like this can make the heart be troubled. But while I wait for that person to make a pass at me I'll just blog about how good I have it.

There's some sick people out there...wackos!