(((((((( Friends )))))))))

I will call the Lion's and Rotary clubs and ask them. I need an emotional support dog, which is different than a service dog. I misspoke. Of course, if it can be trained to fetch, that would be very nice. It takes a year at least to get a trained dog from an organization and I just don't think I'm in shape to wait that long.

I went for the hearing test. The Dr I visited put a tuning fork up next to both ears and then on my forehead and I couldn't hear it. He sent me to another specialist, but I won't get the test finished until Thursday.

I went to the Physical Therapy intake meeting. My therapist is very nice. She did some tests on me. She is going to start me in pool therapy tomorrow. We hope it will help with the pain. My left hand is definately weaker than the right but I have hope that I will recover.

The PT did say that my brace must be made longer so that it extends to my tail bone. It has to have buckles instead of velcro so it will be much longer, tighter and more restrictive. It's ok though if it makes me well.

I have to go for another casting on Friday and already dread it. It's so embarrassing, but I'm going to try to think funny thoughts and maybe it will help. I really wish one of you were here to go with me for support... You have no idea how I depend on you.

I am used to being underweight and I have put on weight since the attack. I know I have. Yet, I did not think myself as too awfully terrible looking. Some well meaning old lady told me today that fat, fat people need to tan because they don't look so very fat when they're brown! I was so shocked I was speechless.

Now I'm not sure I want to go out my door again, but I guess I'll survive, though I'm really more upset by her comment than this sounds.

Hugs,

Jan