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| Cupholder attachment (only one now and attached with duct tape!)...my genius idea! |
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| Our first picture together (too cheesy?) |
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| The beginnings...look how clean he looks! :) |
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| Yes, I even went through a corn maze with Boaz! :) It only took me like 1 hour (I think?). |
Well, as of about a month ago, my bones and joints had been getting worse and worse. Eventually bad enough to get me back in the wheelchair and off my feet/knees. I went back to the foot doctor to try to find some answers but no such luck. Apparently no breaks or fractures (which is good), but my sensitivity and pain is still inexplicable. So, the doctor had ordered a blood test and an MRI (which I have yet to schedule). He also gave me 2 boots and a handicap sticker thing.
Funny story before I continue: so last year when I was in the wheelchair for 2 months, I also had a handicap sticker form my normal doctor. It was this white paper that said a form number on it and she just told me to put it on my dash each time I parked. So for about 2 months that’s what I did. But, apparently, as I learned from the instructions of my foot doctor’s nurse, I was supposed to go to the DMV to get the actual sticker from them! OOPS! Haha I never knew and it’s a good thing I never got caught because fines are ridiculously high! Lesson learned…moving on (p.s. the sticker only cost me $2)!
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Speaking of learning lessons…last time I ended up in the wheelchair due to my stubborn and prideful attitude. Yes my toes were sprained (all of them!), but because I didn’t take it easy, I ended fracturing various parts in my feet (2 spots in big toe, and top of my foot). That should have just led me to use crutches, but practicing them in the doctor’s office was quite chaotic and I almost hurt myself even more. So, the doctor agreed with me and sent me home with the handicap form and to stay put in my wheelchair until I’m healed. On top of all of that, my knees have been bad ever since high school, when I was diagnosed with junior rheumatoid arthritis and had a really bad fall on my knees.
Anyway, this time, I wanted to learn from my mistake and do better this time around. When my joints started to get bad again and my feet started to feel worse, I didn’t get in the wheelchair immediately because I still held out hope for healing first. However, a week or so passed and I was hobbling around too much, so I finally gave in and sat back down. My friends can attest to my hesitation and of course not-so-great attitude and embarrassment about having to be back there.
Well, that’s it for now I think. Not sure how to update people on the status of my health, in all honesty I feel a little awkward about it. But there it is…oh yeah and only last thing: my wheelchair’s name is Boaz! (Boaz means ‘swiftness’ in Hebrew!:))
~Emily :)
