My PT is awesome, as usual. She was alarmed by my ankle (it's actually kind of alarming, I confess; it's kind of weird and puffy and sprained in a totally unconventional place that most braces don't work on) and so she was using tiny electrical shocks on it, which actually worked quite well as far as pain control goes (no, really.)
And now the specter of "alternative mobility devices" looms on the horizon. What this means: oh boy, uncle bill will probably be paying for one of those neat scooter things for me. Which is awesome in that yay, zippy thing to terrorize pedestrians with, and not so awesome in that WTF, BODY, YOU CONTINUE TO BE MADE OF EPIC FAIL! kind of way.
Seriously, if the body were a horse the body would be SHOT by now.
Am seing Rehab Guy at 'what-the-hell-time-is-it-anyway' tomorrow morning (8:30, which is fine for waking up at but is far from my preferred appointment time, but he had a cancellation, so.) We will see more then. Also am applying for paratransit. HATE paratransit. Am consoling self in that it might be nice to have it if body continues to be stupid and made of fail, do not have to use it all the time, thank god, as it is generally of the suck. STILL hate paratransit. Am stompycranky, or would be if ankle were not made of fail. *pout*
Also; the kid got home from school and he has paint on about 30% of his body INCLUDING his HAIR. God, I wish he could talk at times like this, you know? Seriously, how did this happen?
Eleven schooldays left of school for the year. DUN DUN DUN.
(child has extended school year, thank god, meaning child has halfdays for July, and we may have a lead on something for August. STILL. HATE SUMMER VACATION. IT IS THE SUCK.)
And now the specter of "alternative mobility devices" looms on the horizon. What this means: oh boy, uncle bill will probably be paying for one of those neat scooter things for me. Which is awesome in that yay, zippy thing to terrorize pedestrians with, and not so awesome in that WTF, BODY, YOU CONTINUE TO BE MADE OF EPIC FAIL! kind of way.
Seriously, if the body were a horse the body would be SHOT by now.
Am seing Rehab Guy at 'what-the-hell-time-is-it-anyway' tomorrow morning (8:30, which is fine for waking up at but is far from my preferred appointment time, but he had a cancellation, so.) We will see more then. Also am applying for paratransit. HATE paratransit. Am consoling self in that it might be nice to have it if body continues to be stupid and made of fail, do not have to use it all the time, thank god, as it is generally of the suck. STILL hate paratransit. Am stompycranky, or would be if ankle were not made of fail. *pout*
Also; the kid got home from school and he has paint on about 30% of his body INCLUDING his HAIR. God, I wish he could talk at times like this, you know? Seriously, how did this happen?
Eleven schooldays left of school for the year. DUN DUN DUN.
(child has extended school year, thank god, meaning child has halfdays for July, and we may have a lead on something for August. STILL. HATE SUMMER VACATION. IT IS THE SUCK.)