Yesterday, I went to my work to get some off-season work done. Sean came with me and I planned on taking him home before I headed to Barwis. On my way to our house from my work, I blew a tire! I have NO IDEA what to do to change a tire so I called my brother, Dave. I called him and he was on his way but was far away. I then called Dan at Les Stanford. I told him that I would bring my car in Tuesday morning. He told me that with my tire insurance plan that I have he knew they towed vehicles and wasn’t sure if they would come out and change my tire. He told me to all them to see. All they would do is say, “No.” I already had my brother coming so I wasn’t in dire straights yet.
I called them and they sent a guy out to me. I called my brother back and told him they were coming out. He told me that he was still coming and to NOT call them off yet. So it was a race between the two. I hung up the phone and proceeded to do my “Happy Dance of the Moment” and may have let out a “Woo-Hoo” as I flailed my arms. My son then started mocking my “Happy Dance of the Moment” replacing my “Woo-Hoos” with, “Weird!” When he was done, I told him that Phil calls me “weird” too. Oh yeah, I need to text Phil and tell him that I might be late.
The guy who Century Guard (my tire insurance) sent made it to me first (in ONLY 30 minutes) so he changed my tire. I had Sean snap these pics that I tweeted last night.
I was making GREAT time because my tire got changed SO quickly. I dropped Sean home and called my Mom on the way to Barwis. I told her about my tire blowout and all of the calls I made and that, “Daddy’s smiling down on me because I took care of everything.” She agreed and after I hung up, i thought of this The Script song. I pulled up to Barwis at 4:59 (I start at 5) and Eric helped me get into my chair from my car.
Phil stretched me as he sat on a stool and I sat in my chair. I rambled on about how my body was in shock from my last relapse. I felt NOT completely well ALL of last week. Yesterday was the first day I felt okay. I asked him when we were going to walk again and he said with a smile, “When I feel like it. Put that in your blog and smoke it!” I laughed and laughed and told him that I was going to name my blog post that. Phil stretched me for the ENTIRE hour! It felt REALLY good! It is a gradual ascension out from my latest relapse but I am beginning to feel better. Phil put me into my car and I began my SLOW drive home on my donut. On my way to Les Stanford this morning, I thought of my tire, my Dad, The Script song, and I began to cry. I wiped my eyes as I pulled in to Les Stanford. Keith asked me if I was crying and I told him, “Yes, my Daddy is smiling down on me.”