stuff is cool

So, in preparation of the weekend’s cavalcade of weddings and parties and ice cream socials and barn-raisings, I called my aunt Elsa to see if she still had my Grandmom’s wheelchair. Unfortunately, items like wheelchairs are often just leased from medical suppliers, so, no, it was gone. But I do now have my grandmother’s walker. I would have preferred the chair, at least for the Greek festival. But I might lean on the walker instead. Danny would probably prefer me leaning on it to me hanging all over him.

I am in my own bed right now, which is the only place I feel relaxed enough to be semi-comfortable. Which means I’ll likely doze off in a few minutes, since I just took my pain meds.

Soon I’ll post of pic of me with my sexy walker (it’s like a cane- ON STEROIDS!)(I am on steroids too, actually)