So, tomorrow I have an appointment to look at and possibly, (most likely), order an adjustable bed for me. It will be a twin sized bed. It will just be my Mom and me going to look at it. Sean’s friend won tickets for opening day and he has been friends with Sean since they were four years old and in preschool. When is he ever going to sit in the third row without paying for it?! It’s just my Mom and me who do almost all of my transfers anyway.
I gave my Mom a warning that I may cry tomorrow. My Mom responded with telling me to keep all negativity away but I told her just as my voice started to crack and with tears in my eyes, “My Parents love me.”
I had a virtual appointment with my Speech Pathologist yesterday and I talked about going to look at the bed tomorrow. I told her that I have not bought a bed since, and it took me a moment to think about it, since 2006?!
My bed is STILL super comfortable and the only reason I am getting a new bed is because my disease dictates it. My Mom read my blog post about my Dad agreeing that they needed to help me and she says that I misquoted her. She told my dad, “This is going to be expensive, Ray.” To which my Dad answered, “Yeah.” And then my Mom continued, “We have to help her.”
My Mom has told me that this bed is a gift. I told her after a few days of letting that sink in that the only reason that I am accepting it is because I can hear my Dad say, “Yeah.”
In attempt to keep my tears at bay tomorrow, I will be singing this song in my head: