Meeting the merry-go-round

This week, at the age of 22, C. finally had her first playground ride.

Not that she hasn't been to playgrounds often. Most offered.the latest, trendiest equipment. But none of them had anything C. could use. After I mentioned disability-friendly public-space equipment last month [here "A small cannabis victory and a mysterious laugh"] and in August 2016 [here: "Still plagued by pressure sores, C. graduates"], I learned that in our hometown there's a wheelchair-accessible merry-go-round.

So this week we drove twenty minutes to the huge playground behind the city's zoo. The said merry-go-round stood alone among many other state of the art gadgets for the non-disabled. I only found it after a careful search because there's no sign anywhere to point it out.

C. isn't giving anything away, as you can see in the photo but it was truly a worthwhile outing. The ride, imported from the UK, was safe, easy to use and a real novelty for her.

Yesterday C. had her first hydro session in two weeks because the therapy pool had been closed for vacation. While I couldn't be there to watch, her caregiver took dozens of photos and it was clearly a success.

Back at home I snapped C. looking particularly beautiful:

But just to emphasize the cruel capriciousness of her epilepsy, within five minutes of that shot she was in the grip of a fierce seizure.