My mother’s birthday is today. I reminded my father of it, but he just shrugged. I wished her a happy birthday before she left in the morning to see John.
I went in for my PT appointment with June. She had me exercise my right leg without the AFO (ankle-foot orthotic) and it felt strange. I found that my right leg is strong enough to handle my bodyweight, but I will need to exercise more without it. She gave me some exercises to do at home to build strength in my ankle.
We stopped by Jack-in-the-Box for lunch on the way home. While we were eating our meals, my father pulled out a curly fry and held it up for me to see. It was one solid piece, when unwound, that measured about seven inches long. He said that it was so special, he’d save it for mother. I told him not to bother and to eat it.
When mother arrived at home, after spending the day with John, my father told her that he had a special gift for her birthday. I held my breath (to keep from laughing) as he brought out the curly fry from lunch. He explained its special nature, but added that it was a temporary gift until he could go out shopping. My mother looked at me, smiled, and said, “At least he remembered.”
What happened to the curly fry? She threw it out, of course.
A YEAR AGO TODAY: Had a full day of therapy, with physical and recreation in the morning, and speech and occupational in the afternoon. My sister came by in the morning with Matthew, my oldest nephew, who had the day off from school as it was President’s Day.
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