I went to my appt. at the doctor yesterday. She thinks things are going very well. No new meds or anything. Continue the rehab, and my daily walks that I myself have committed myself to do. She left and I was feeling pretty good about things.
As I was collecting my things to leave the exam room, she returned with a paper. She told me to take it to the local DOT station. I looked and it was for handicapped placards. ME?? HANDICAPPED???
NO! I am not handicapped. Breathing challenged.... yes. She told me after I said a few choice words that in her opinion, I needed parking closer to the doors of places I had to go. She does not want me to get too out of breath at any time.
I have to accept what she said her thoughts were. I did go get the placards. I don't like it, but will do as she wishes.
I have to accept the fact that I am no longer 16 and able to take in an entire field of hay by myself. I will continue to work to keep the best life I can for myself.
I DO know one thing! I WILL NOT light a death stick over this! I WILL continue life's journey. I AM stronger than the challenges life has thrown at me.
Most of all, I AM The Caravan Master!!!!
Always keep them away from your face.
One step, and then another, will get you to where you want to be.
Larry the Caravan Master
