Hehe, I can agree with those sentiments, but I've been on the other end as well. A week after having my second child, I was on campus when I was approached by a campus cop. Since I'm small, it wasn't obvious that I just had a baby. The cop asked me what sorta condition I had that would warrant a handicap placard (which had my name on it). I told him I have four stitches in my vagina that would prohibit me from walking a distance. He turned red and apologized.

I've also had multiple surgeries on my hip and knee and look forward to more. Currently I don't have a lateral medial meniscus as that was removed in my second ACL replacement. I appeared normal, since I try to walk without a limp to help the balance and flexibility, but underneath I've got screws, pins, grafts, scars and bone chips. I can't do martial arts the same way either. It all sucks, but at least I can walk. I ride the short bus to school.