I never knew that I would find such an awesome friend while waiting for new windbags.
Thanks for the following things:
Critiquing my stretching techniques in physio
Mopping up my tears when Brad left
Feeding me, babysitting me and carting my crusty-lung'd self all over the city
Last, but not least, for being a good sport every time I destroy you in cards and/or boardgames.
You are an exceptional human being and I love you. You are one of the few constants in my transplant life in TO and we will forever have a special bond.
Today was my first day actually utilizing Wheel Trans. My interview was awhile ago, and I've had more than enough time to comprehend their booking procedures....but I may have gotten a teeny bit frustrated with it before and given up. This time my brain was functioning on a few cylinders and I was able to properly book it.
|Bonnie buckled in carrying Pamela's balloon|
|Poor Squeaker didn't have a seat OR a seatbelt|
We made it through physio, and grabbed the fastest coffee ever with the Hamiltons, before heading back home with Wheel Trans.
We got home, grabbed the furry creature with the wiggly butt, and headed to the park. Once there, I was immediately surrounded by the press, as they've heard about my increase in dumb bell weights (5 lbs ya'll) in physio.
|The cameras were all over the place|
If you've read my post a few days back, you'll remember my obsession with the boys in blue. Well, imagine my delight when they swooped in to protect me:
You can choose to believe the above story, or you can go with a dull one, like the Occupiers from a year ago were performing a play in the park tonight and the police were on the scene.
You decide which one sounds more realistic.