My leg therapy continues. I got Tuesday off! I'd like to think of it as a reward for good behavior, but it was just a result of circumstances. I usually go M/W/F. My OT will be gone on Wednesday. She decided, as I was leaving on Monday, that I could do without the Tuesday session.
"With your progress, I don't see back-to-back treatment having much of an effect. Would you like to just skip Tuesday, and come in on Friday as usual?"
"Yes! That would be fine with me. As long as it doesn't count as a no-show. I don't want that on my permanent record!"
"I'll tell her. It won't count against you."
My treatment lately has been massage to stretch the skin and get the circulation going. There's not much for me to do besides lie on my back on the lifted table/bed, looking at the ceiling. Some days we are more talkative than others. Monday, we somehow went from my DISH local channel woes and talking to ESL help centers with representatives named "Susan" and "Bill," to how kids act in the store.
"My kids were so different. Genius would walk off by himself, saying 'I'm going to electronics to see if they got in any new hard drives.' The Pony wanted to ride in the cart. Even when he was so big his feet would almost drag the floor. He's sit in the basket, playing his GameBoy, and complain. 'Ow! That box of cereal hurt my legs!' I had to tell him no more! He was taking up too much room from the groceries. And when he wasn't in the cart, he'd hide in the middle of those circular clothing racks."
"I was a kid who hid in the racks! But my favorite thing to do, at the mall, was stand in the shop windows with the mannequins. I'd pose just like the one next to me. My mom would go on shopping, then come back to get me when she was ready."
"Oh, no! That's hilarious! Did you look people in the eye when they stared at you?"
"Yes! Some of them would smile at me. But I'd just keep a mannequin face, and look right back at them."
I don't know why I find that so funny. Maybe because it's ONE thing my kids didn't do to embarrass me.
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That is funny, your kids and the lady's. Mine would walk holding onto the trolley/cart when they were young, with the baby in the cart seat. The fun came when they were teenagers and I'd send them off down the aisles to get this or that and they would race each other and play catch with cans of stuff and turn away trying to look innocent as they dropped forbidden items in. Every now and then I'd hear "incoming!" and I would duck down as a box of something landed in the cart. They had fun telling jokes, and helping little old ladies too.
River,
Good thing they didn't have a "Pony" sitting in the cart to be bombarded with the incoming items!
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