Today, my friend Renée took me, Sean, and her daughter to the Secretary of State to get the kids’ permits. Now, I have not left my house since surgery other than to go to physical therapy; but given that I am the sole legal guardian of my son, I had to go to sign for it with my proof that we live where he says we live and that I am responsible for him.
My son is BEYOND helpful all the time! He was MORE helpful today because he was getting his permit. He helped me into the front seat of Renee’s car and the drive there was shorter than it is to get to ATI. Renée ran in with all of their documents to make sure we had everything before Sean got me out of the car. Once it was certain that the kids had all necessary documentation, Sean got me out of the car and Renée wheeled me into the Secretary of State.
It was empty! Absolutely empty! This has never happened to me! We were there for about five minutes, just long enough for Renée to snap this picture of me and Sean.
When Sean handed me his permit to sign, I started to cry. I can’t believe that my baby is getting his permit! He is growing up too fast! This all seemed a bit overwhelming to me! Now, given that I have undiagnosed PBA, I started to laugh as tears welled up in my eyes. I could feel myself smiling from ear to ear and I felt so silly.
I’m grateful that we were in and out so quickly because my knee began to hurt more than it was before we went there! I was uncomfortable in my chair and I really just wanted to put my leg up and ice my knee. Just after we returned home, my mom came to take me to ATI. Sean helped get me into the car and as he did asked my mom if he could drive.
Surprisingly, she said yes so Sean and my Mom loaded me into the backseat so my mom could sit in the passenger’s seat and Sean could drive. He did well but he drives too fast. He took a turn too fast so my Mom had him pull over and she finished driving the rest of the way to ATI. As we got into ATI (Sean stayed in the car) and Brad met us at the door, my mom exclaimed that we were not good!
I laughed and told him that I was good but she was not. She told him all about Sean driving there! Because she needed to relax, she sat in the white chair next to the table and we talked with Brad and Alaina about learning to drive. It was entertaining and everyone had stories, some of them horror stories, about learning to drive.
Brad started off by rubbing the inside of my knee and I told him that yesterday the outside was hurting like it did before surgery. I asked him why and told him that it made me kind of nervous because I thought Dr. Frush had shaved the outside of my knee because it was a bit frayed. My Mom asked him if I was going to need another surgery and he shook his head. He explained that the places I said hurt were muscular and there was nothing broken but there was still tightness in my knee so that is why it was hurting.
He put my knee in traction for a long time and that felt so good! I told him that it felt so good! When he was finished with that, he bend my knee and kind of tapped on it like he did the last time for a short time and then he had Alaina hook me up for ice and stim.
As she was doing so, she told my mom that she was going to a Train concert at DTE this weekend. My mom told her that I saw them and I just looked at Alaina and told her it was in my younger days. I told her they put on a good show because they do and didn’t want to spoil the beginning for her but I told her that it’s pretty cool.
As Brad and my Mom got me back into my chair, my Mom told Brad that she was going to drive home and that she was not going to let Sean. When we get the car, she told Sean that he could drive. I don’t like sitting in the backseat of my car but I know that I could not direct him in the front seat.
Now, kids have to input their driving time into an app on their phone. He didn’t and put it on the way there but he set it to record for the way back. We were almost home and then it started to rain. Like, torrential rain! It scared me! But Sean was a trooper! He did very well and pulled over when it continued and my mom and he switched places. He has to log 30 hours of driving before he can register for segment two class. It is his first day and he has 38 minutes. When we got home, I told him that he drives too fast but he did well.