It's Always Worrying....

"Ah, yes, Mr Gillon!"

It's always worrying when you ring a faceless bureaucracy and they recognise your name.

But in this case it was because ortho-guy's secretary was in the middle of juggling surgery dates and my name was in the pile.

The irony here being that I was ringing to confirm the revised date she just sent out last Friday.

But seeing as she's talking about bringing me forward to next Tuesday instead of three weeks from now, and hopefully that'll let me escape the 7AM check-in of the current date, I'm not too upset. She claims she'll ring tomorrow to confirm, we'll see.

Rather You Than Me

I finally wrote the blog on the Me Before You controversy I've been intending to write for several weeks.

'Finally' because I thought a lot about how I should do it, as the obvious approach to take as both disabled writer and disability activist collides head-on with the advice to us as baby writers to never do anything remotely controversial on the net (given agents and publishers will hunt your web-presence down as a form of due diligence). In the end I went with the obvious approach, because not taking apart how the writing and filming process systematically failed disabled people, and especially wheelchair users, seemed like a betrayal.

There's a lot of embedded links, so I'll link to it in place rather than reproduce it here: Rather You Than Me

CW for extended discussion of euthanasia and disablist fuckwittery