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Not much to report from Broken Ankle Street.
Last week, I made it into work for both Thursday and Friday. Alex dropped me off at Dad's on Wednesday night, where I was yelled at for not eating healthy enough. Dad ferried me to work each morning and then one of my co-workers would take me home at night. (Dad is bit of a late worker.) I got fed to the gills with fruit and bottles of water, to help aid digestion.
It went pretty well, other than Dad's EXTRA FIRM bed, which feels like laying on a brick. His handicapped UNfriendly stairs and I are mortal enemies. The biggest issue with me and stairs is that when I finally get to the top of them, it is hard to stand up. We have a bannister at home that allows me to pull myself up. Dad's house, none. It means that I need someone to help pick my ass off the ground. Not fun. Oh well.
This week looks like a similar set up. This time it's Tuesday & Wednesday. Maybe Thursday if I feel really good.
I just keep telling myself: only 3 more weeks. Maybe 4 and then WALKIES!
Last week, I made it into work for both Thursday and Friday. Alex dropped me off at Dad's on Wednesday night, where I was yelled at for not eating healthy enough. Dad ferried me to work each morning and then one of my co-workers would take me home at night. (Dad is bit of a late worker.) I got fed to the gills with fruit and bottles of water, to help aid digestion.
It went pretty well, other than Dad's EXTRA FIRM bed, which feels like laying on a brick. His handicapped UNfriendly stairs and I are mortal enemies. The biggest issue with me and stairs is that when I finally get to the top of them, it is hard to stand up. We have a bannister at home that allows me to pull myself up. Dad's house, none. It means that I need someone to help pick my ass off the ground. Not fun. Oh well.
This week looks like a similar set up. This time it's Tuesday & Wednesday. Maybe Thursday if I feel really good.
I just keep telling myself: only 3 more weeks. Maybe 4 and then WALKIES!