|The Shepard Fairey mural at the end of the Trader Joe's Alley|
La Brea and 2nd
Sophie's wheelchair approval went through, and the chariot has been ordered. Since it began its journey to us back in April, I have no idea when it'll land, but hopefully before Sophie demands some new and more exotic transport.
It's high time.
We're still waiting on paperwork for the ambulatory EEG, and I'd be lying if I told you that I haven't put much effort into making that happen because -- well -- I'm tired of doing it.
Right now, I'm patiently coaxing fluids into Sophie as she is on some sort of liquid fast. I have no idea what that's all about, would like to imagine she's protesting some injustice somewhere in the world, but in the meantime, you do what you have to do. That means lying on my side and putting the sippee cup to her lips every ten seconds and then pulling it away before she throws it away.
If I did, it'd be a good time for a high time.
Reader, how was your day?