So, leg broken, I'm gimping around on my walker at B61, heading towards the bathroom, when I see my friend Joanna coming out of it. How nice, I think, I won't have to struggle with the door.
"Joanna, please hold it for me," I shout out.
A look of utter horror comes across her face. What went wrong? After about a second it hits me.
"No, no, hold the door for me!"