To ad some adventure back into our adventure-less life Toben and I have created a secret gang. We call ourselves the Shower Bandits-a crack b/e team. Well no b/e really. So far we have been invited because our shower is upstairs and we can't get there my option for a shower is Gran and Papa's house. So when they are not home we creep into the driveway, let ourselves in to the garage. glance around furtively and if the coast is clear Toben runs out the front door , sets up the wheelchair lickity-split, dumps me in it and sneaks me into the house. We gather all available towels, turn on the hot water and grab a quick shower. We're in and out and back home in less than an hour. No one is the wiser. We laugh and wonder what the neighbors think.
We always clean up after ourselves.
I am discouraged, disoriented and unsettled. I know that surgery was the right decision but it feels like we have gone backwards several months. Not being able to even hobble around with a cain is difficult. My secret hope is for a walking cast on Tuesday when I go back to the doctor. I don't think it will happen but a girl can dream. The thought of having my stitches removed makes my tummy hurt.