Not everyone is an enemy.

I had a doctor's appointment this morning, just a refreshment of my sick-note.

I'd had a rushed morning, because a late night and disturbed sleep are not conducive to waking up early. Packed up most of the things I wanted for the day (leaving a pair of flags behind... doh') and set off.

There was an incident at the doctors, involving one large woman on a mobile and another with a potted plant. As usual large chavtastic judgemental type does her thing of "oh my god" down the phone after I pass her but while I'm still in earshot, then comes inside and stares like a dumb animal as much as she could. Then she tries to involve the woman with a potted plant in her mockery, who then levels into her with much annoyance. Big woman has her appointment and goes away, and me and potted plant girl get talking, who gives me so much to smile about.

It's hard to remember that not everyone I pass by thinks something badly of me, or even notices me. The doctors tends to be a little bit special in that people are sat around with nothing to do but look around. The last few times have been like that, with someone making a thing about me.

There are a few bothersome things, like how I still seem to be read pretty easily, but a specific comment from my pot-plant defender was that I still look more like a woman than some, and that is encouraging. But there are people out there who see me as a human being, and not a side-show.

I wave bye bye to Ms. Plant as I leave the doctors, and wander into town grinning happily about how not everyone I meet is an enemy, wanting to pull me down (be it for it's own sake or for their own self-esteem issues) but there are allies out there, who are willing to step up and protect or encourage.

It makes me happy to think about.

I stopped for coffee in town, something of a celebratory treat.