I got out of the car by myself and just as I was almost at the door when I saw evidence of someone working their hardest (someone yacked in the snow). GROSS!!! I thought about Parker telling me that that type of thing is applauded here and I smiled. I opened the door and Dan pulled me in. Mike pushed me over to the blue table. Something was wrong with him; he was kind of poopy. My calves and quads were extremely tight so he kneaded and knuckled them. I used to be able to call Phil ,”Adam” when he was poopy because “Phil” was ALWAYS nice to me. This didn’t work with Mike. I was at a loss and he told me to NOT talk.
SERIOUSLY?! Can I really do this, especially since he was stretching me?! The answer is NO. I tried. No dice. This time, he put me in the, “Ooh Doggie!” stretch and crossed my legs and left me to turn to the other side of my body and get untangled by myself. It took some time but I was able to do this. Nick came over and sat in my wheelchair. I told him that Mike was being poopy and he said that it was, “Classic Rhoadhouse.” I laughed and said it a few times to test it out in my mouth. Yes. I liked it. It was funny because Mike’s last name is, “Rhoades.”
Mike took me outside and ALMOST smoothly got me into my car after he commented on the yack. He half smiled, waved, and told be to,”Be safe.” As I drove home, my legs were relaxed and I slept well again. It’s nice that I FINALLY am sleeping better in the cold… Only took almost two years! The wait is hard work but I am sure it will be worth it when I get to my end. It’s SO true though, “Little by little, a little becomes a lot.” ~Tanzanian Proverb. For now, my “little” is a good night’s sleep.