June 1st...three months to the day since my accident. Ironically, our doorbell rang this morning around 7:42 which is around the time that I was hit three months ago (they had the wrong address). Further irony is the song that was on the radio at the time of my accident three months ago ("It's gonna be a bright, bright, bright sunshine-y day"...BOOM!) Sadly, there hasn't been much sunshine since then.
I went to the neuro yesterday and my shoulders and upper back felt better after I left, at least for a little while. My neuro apologized yesterday for my recovery taking so long but reminded me "you were hit HARD!" I'm still on a weekly visit schedule so we shall see what next week brings. Hopefully now that it has been 3 months things will progress more. Here's hoping! I really don't want an entire summer of not being able to do anything. Choosing to not do anything is one thing but HAVING to not do anything is something entirely different.
My mom took me to my appointment yesterday and on the way home we stopped to fill the car up with gas. Her car was in the shop so she was driving my grandfather's car. It was very nostalgic and sad to ride in it because to me it still smells like him inside. I had to look at the manual for some info on the type of gas to put in it and inside the glove compartment were several toothpicks. It reminded me of how my grandfather was never without a toothpick. We stopped at the gas station across from my old elementary school, which added to the nostalgia. It reminded me of how much I would love to work at that particular school. I have so many childhood memories there and would love to give back to the students who are there now. I am seriously going to contact the person in charge of my particular department for that county to ask them to let me know if an opening ever becomes available there.
You just never know...
I can't think of anything else to type so that's all for now!
