This happened a few weeks ago but forgot to post.
Yesterday was an interesting day. Jeff had to work. He has normally had Fridays off but since he has vacation, he had to work. My ankle has been hurting for about 2 weeks but I managed to re injure it Thursday night. So, I was in a lot of pain.
My regular attendant couldn't come in for me so my dad offered to take Laura to camp. Well he forgot and after a few tears, I decided to take Laura for a long walk. We went to a park and she played. She likes the slide the best. By the time we got home, my attendant, Grace, was coming.
I decided to walk to the doctor. Laura walked with me and was excited for the adventure. She said, "here we go again " and giggled.
The doctor said I hurt my tendons and since I move a lot, it's not healing. So she put an ace bandage and prescribed a muscle relaxer. I'm also supposed to see a foot specialist. Since I spent a lot of time in my wheelchair over vacation, I thought my tendon would heal but not yet.
We walked home and sang, "doe a deer" almost the whole way. We spent the rest of the day packing for our trip. That night Laura slept over my dad's house so I could attend a disability dance.
The disability dance was a success. It was held at the freedom valley YMCA in spring valley. Later we attempted to see one of our favorite bands and drove an hour only to discover they were inaccessible. When will I learn to call ahead?