My chiropractor gave my head a laser treatment, and then loaned me the unit to take home for a week. The staples come out Monday morning.
My physical therapist added some more exercises to my regime, so now I’m up to about a dozen and a half ... and counting. I asked him if there was any way to know if or when I would be able to stand on my own, and he gave me the only honest answer possible -- no way to tell, but exercise is the way to get there. No shortcuts. Such is life.
To Donna in Ely: Thanks for the comment. Glad to have you aboard.
Okay, let’s find something funny:
Honey, would you get the car out of the garage, please?
How about UNauthorized personnel?
Wow, I am still here!! Seeing my name in your blog really made my day. Just love your humor. The garage picture made me laugh and I want to be an "unauthorized personnel" just to see what's there. Take care.
ReplyDeleteHey Donna, I lived in "Ely" Cardiff for a few months in 1991, after the riots. Guess you're from a different Ely if Alison thinks she spotted you! Don, I think the people in the first pic drive Harleys.
ReplyDeleteEly, Elko, Winnemucca (billboard: "Winnemucka: three billion people have never been here!" I think the sign was a little old.) We used to do the drive from California to Salt Lake City to see my sister-in-law while she was alive, and those towns in Nevada were scattered along the way. Memories! Like the firefighters trying to keep a fire from reaching the freeway, close enough to wave hi, outside the city of, (well of course), Sparks.
ReplyDelete(Oops. Spelled Winnemucca right the first time.)
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