Avocadon’t

When getting to know someone new or training a caregiver, I always make a point to tell them that when they spot something amiss with my appearance to let me know and/or just go ahead and fix it. So, if I have a gap between my jeans and shirt or there is something in my teeth, they should treat it the same way they would if it happened to them. That said, I have a few longtime before-injury-guy-friends who, especially in the beginning, either didn’t notice or didn’t care if something was off. Unbeknownst to me, I’d be rolling around town with my hair sticking up, or even worse, my bra would sometimes shift enough during lift transfers to make it look distinctly like I had four boobs. The worst, though, was seeing my reflection after a long day of beers and fun at the ballpark. Before the game, my friend and I shared a messy turkey and avocado sandwich. Years later, I clearly remember the large blob of bright green guacamole that had apparently been peeking out of my right nostril all day.
— Greenhorn