Since the accident, where I lost my right leg, left arm, and left eye, life has become much more challenging. But I still feel perfectly capable, attractive, and sexy. My leg prosthesis is, admittedly, wooden and poor, not allowing me to bend my knee. When I walk, I often have to drag it behind me on the ground. It's a cheap prosthesis. I don't have a prosthesis for my arm, and my sleeve dangles empty and meaninglessly as I stamp along. Over my left eye, I wear a black eye patch to conceal the absence of the eye. Yet, I'm still your secretary. While I struggle to perform everyday tasks in t... Show more