Life is funny sometimes...
I woke up this morning and rolled over to find my dog staring at me from the pillow beside me. Even though he is 3 1/2 pounds at 6 years old, he thinks he is a person. Life is really funny. Yesterday afternoon, I came home after work and therapy, and found that the little booger had escaped from his kennel again. I don't know how he does it, because when I checked the kennel, it was still locked from when I put him in there in the morning. This made made me laugh and took my mind off the fact that my Orthopedist faxed another order for another week of PT on my foot. This is my second round of PT. I did it for a while immediately after my stroke, and have had to start back because my right foot is not working correctly. This is a never ending journey sometimes. Just when I think I have taken a step forward, I end up taking another one back. Couple this with how easily I fatigue, some days, it is all I can do to get by. It probably doesn't help that I am a teacher, and even before my stroke, those teenagers were wearing me out and making me a little crazy. Now I fear I may be totally over the edge.
I am doing a little happy dance because we have Monday off, and I really need it! :happydance:
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