Human Longevity Inc., across from physical therapy. Not sure what they do, but definitely in favor.
Physical therapy has been going well, and pathetically has become our primary outing. Exciting I know. Twice a week Other Half totes me off to spend an hour retraining my ankle. I’m happy to go and I am working hard – but’s it’s taking longer than I hoped. I’m also not accustomed to being toted around.
Between PT and a root canal, our days have been packed with non-stop fun. I do appreciate the care I’ve been receiving, but I’d have been much happier not to need any of it.
Since I’ve been accumulating medical stuff while we winter in San Diego, I’m making an effort to be a responsible patient. I’m collecting my medical records. It seemed like a good idea until I read my ER report. Not thrilled with the description of me. Hmmm.
Since my clod gene incident, we have been camped for over two months at Mission Bay RV Resort. We both love Mission Bay but when you live in a Big Rig with big wheels two months is a long time in one spot. Mission Bay is owned by the city of San Diego and has rules about how long you can stay. Our time was up – time to vacate for a week – then we are welcome again.
Loving our new campsite.
We were both excited to get back on the road, even if it was only a short trip. We moved about 45 minutes south to the San Diego KOA in Chula Vista. This place is full of trees and green grass. Trees and green grass are a welcome sight for we Ohioans.
Other Half giving up on convincing Rigby agility is not scary.
This campground even has a dog park with an agility course. Rigby was curious, but agility is not her thing. She’s more of a deep couch sitter like her Mom. (Yes, I consider myself Rigby’s Mom. Daughter understands.)
In case you’re curious, here’s how I was described in the ER report the night of my clod incident:
“61 year old mildly obese woman falls out of motor home fracturing left ankle.”
Factual — maybe — but definitely left me less than thrilled.