…that’s how I’d describe the past couple of weeks. But then, if I think about it more I realize there have been a few rotten days in the last two weeks. Try not to dwell on the crummy days, though.
Today Grace woke with a headache. After OTC pain meds and two hours more sleep, she made it to school. It’s 2:30 and she’s still there, so that’s good. Then she goes to physical therapy. She probably won’t be able to do a lot, but that’s ok. I like that sometimes her health care team sees her on ordinary bad days. That way I don’t look so crazy when I try to describe one of these “pretty good” days later. She’s not strong or perky today, but I don’t have to walk her to the bathroom and her dad didn’t have to carry her out of school. All in all, that’s not a real bad day.
And as I’m typing, I get an email from Grace. Can I cancel PT? She’s just too tired. I messaged back that maybe she should just try it… we’ll see.