Fascinating

Hubby and I spent Saturday at the Frederick Douglas branch of the Detroit Public Library for a disabilities fair – Hubby went to talk about adaptive technologies. There were lots of vendors, plus free hot dogs, face painting, kid’s crafts, eyesite screening for kids, one of the new voting machines for the blind for trying out, etc.

And I saw something fascinating.

People were carrying things. Mulitiple people, in fact. Young, old, men, women. Like, they carried small tables or chairs. And in order to carry them, they had to pick them up first. And they did. I mean, they just picked things up, like chairs. A whole chair, with four legs. I actually saw one person carrying four stacked chairs at once but I’m hesitant to mention it for fear you’ll all think I’m making that part up.

Also, people sat. For, like, a half hour at a time. A whole half hour. Without standing up once. No, I am not kidding.

Here’s where it got scary. People BENT OVER. Like, from the waist. Like, without bending their knees.

I saw no one seeking out patches of grass to lay down on their sides, with or without a pillow between their knees. And I’m fairly sure that people were not eating hot dogs solely for the purpose of being able to take a Vicodin without throwing up because Vicodin completely kills your appetite so you’re not actually interested in food beyond what you eat so you can take it. I saw no one check their watch to see if they could have more Ibuprofen.

I didn’t see anyone do therapeutic stretching of any kind at any point. Not even calf stretching. We’re talking NO STRETCHING for hours on end.

Fascinating.