You'll never guess.
Earlier I said I was going to move the car so they could mow the grass.
But I went out there & she said that she was about to quit before she died of heat stroke & that she'd probably cut my grass this evening when it got cooler.
So I didn't actually move the car when I said I was going to.
(I DID eat the blueberry Nutrigrain bar, in case you were wondering.)
Entyway, now that I'm ready to get in bed I decided I'd better move the car or I'll fall asleep & they'd either wake me up or just not cut the grass around where I park (like they did last time).
So I decided to move it.
And after I parked it, I looked at my walker in the backseat & thought about how much trouble it is to get it in and out of the car and how much effing space it takes up if I don't fold it up.
It's a nuisance.
When I go to Wal-mart or whatever, I just tell Evan to get me a cart instead of pulling my walker out of the car.
I WALKED DOWN THE HILL WITHOUT MY WALKER AND I DIDN'T FALL!
It's been YEARS, literally, since I've walked without a cane or a walker with any kind of confidence. Especially going downhill. Even with the walker, I sometimes trip & would fall flat on my face if not for the walker.
My Doc told me, when he gave me the xanax, that it might improve my muscle function. I didn't expect it to.
But OH MY FLIPPING GOD!!!!!!!!!
I just walked down a hill.
With nothing to "catch myself" if I tripped.
And I didn't trip.
Now I'm really going to take a nap.
Right after Evan turns off the loud ass nebulizer (2nd breathing treatment since he got home.)