Wednesday Afternoon

We’re waiting for my “parole board” meeting at 3:00 PM today to decide when I get discharged from this place.  I’ve done and surpassed everything that they wanted me to do but I still have to have an “escort” for now if I’m sing my walker.  I’m supposed to be escorted to the conference room but don’t be surprised if I hook myself up to it and go there by myself.

Hey!  It’s one way to land on Santie’s “Naughty Boy” list.

For some odd reason …


My insurance company frowns upon this and won’t approve this as an attachment to my wheelchair.  I think it would be a great way to get thru the crowd of unruly and rude Christmas shoppers but what do I know???