Therapists, that is. Physical therapists and occupational therapists are the ones I’m thinking of but I feel like I’m forgetting a category or two (or three). After The Commander had her little stroke, she *lived* for visits from the PT and OT folks and worked doggedly to regain her mobility. She did exceptionally well until repeated bouts of aspiration pneumonia and eventually c. diff took their toll.

There was Alice the PT, who frothed at the mouth when The Comm’s doc changed her walker prescription to one of those old-fashioned contraptions without wheels (I got him to change it back to a wheeled thing and that’s about all I’ll say about him except maybe something like grrrr). One of my most enduring memories of The Comm’s last days in the hoosegow is of mom — who by that time was refusing to eat or take meds or do anything — combing her hair under Sharon’s gentle, compassionate supervision. At that time, I was zombie-ing along one foot in front of the other trudging up and down the icy escarpment, devoid of any kind of identifiable emotion. I teared up seeing that and still do. It’s an image I will remember for the rest of my life.

I had Heather for OT today. I LOVED Heather. It’s too bad that I won’t be seeing her again but I will be doing a “home program” and only have to return for one OT follow-up (that I know of) and she won’t be there that day. And yes, they cut that big ugly contraption off today. This is what I look like now.

That is a wee pinky sized compression sleeve because Titanium Pinky is still a bit swollen. What’s that contraption underneath my hand? It is my armor! A removable splint that I am to wear only in situations where TP needs to be protected. Like when I’m asleep or driving (alas, no stick shift for a while but I’ll get there) or walking (I asked) or in public (where somebody might try to shake my hand or bump it or whatever). Work? No need. I can type sorta two-handed again! Yay! I am definitely trying not to *use* TP to type but she keeps trying to sneak in there and press her designated keys anyway. I am trying to believe that is a good thing.

Beautiful thunderstorms this afternoon and evening. The Lord and Lady of Linden delivered some beautiful new glass panes for our cloudy old doorwalls and then we ate with them at Knight’s. And yes, I wore my armor to Knight’s.

Cheers to our hard-working therapists [TP sneaked in there to type the “p”], love to all, and g’night.

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