***NBA fantasy league update: I am #1 in the standings***
Mom has arrived.
|She's got some sweet suitcases.|
Sunday night us Carver girls got down to business and settled in for a very serious game of Sequence. This is what happens when the three of us play games:
I refuse to post the results; as they are of no consequence.
Monday was mom's physio initiation. We went via Wheel Trans and the driver managed to question me on absolutely everything; said I didn't book an escort and that I put down wheelchair. I advised him that I did in fact book an escort and that I chose "cane" as my assistive device (which is actually Squeaker). After he checked his book he concurred.
Somebody needs to tell him that I'm always right.
I managed to remember to introduce her to most people and gave her an overview of her job. She caught on quickly and was very responsive to my bossing her around. I'm sure that will change with time. Hey, gotta take advantage, right?
After physio we hit up the Eaton Centre one last time for the lil sis. What is it with my family and friends trying to off me? Mom hadn't been here 24 hours yet, but managed to try to kill me once by attempting to dump me out at the curb. Pay back mother! There's a nursing home with your name on it.
Have I mentioned how sweet Jamie is? She bought me a cool mug, with a double meaning, and spent 3 years inside Forever 21, while I wondered if my grey had all grown out. Turns out she was getting me the exact same pair of jeans she had gotten earlier; jeans that I fell in love with.
I have to figure out a way to keep her here. I was thinking of keeping her in the closet and bringing her out when I needed her to make me a coffee or fend off the paparazzi. However, I would feed her. Cause to not, would be cruel.
Today, Jamie was Carman's babysitter at physio, while mom looked after me. Carman was ecstatic; he figured he'd have it easy....and he did:
|She even strapped on his leg weights for him...and they say I'm a princess.|
|But where's the actual Mrs. Hamilton?|
|Here she is thinking, "Please ladies, take him!"|
She looked great, is doing fantastic and is hoping to be out by Friday. It was so awesome to see her and know that she's doing so well. Now I can send her out with her good lungs to look for a set for me. Pound the pavement, look under rocks and up trees. Stuff like that.
Before we left the hospital we spent some time with a fellow transplantee's family (she is recovering from her double lung transplant and is in the ICU). She is a pretty amazing woman and is such a little fighter. She makes us all proud. Can't wait until she's up and running and kicking arse in physio.
While hanging out with my friend Chai, I discovered that she has pretty cool kicks too. Notice the reaching hand:
|Evidence that there is always someone after my red kicks.|