But as a serial banger-of-my-head-on-the-wall, giving up isn't an option. Besides, Hubby will bring C. to the wounds clinic once again tomorrow. Turns out that a large scab [see below] on C.'s foot that's been a fixture for about two years has not been examined by the medicos there for ages.
So how does that relate to C.'s walking?
Well, I've got this dream - probably the pipe sort - that after that stubborn scab is removed at the clinic, her walking will improve dramatically. After all, it's on the foot that wears a brace which unavoidably presses somewhat on that spot. Stranger things have been known to happen so who knows?
Here's an updated photo of the self portrait I've been working on. As I mentioned, the toll of special parenting is plainly evident:
Not surprised. The municipality has a reputation for inefficiency. For now, the highlight of C.'s week remains her hydro session at which she just shone yesterday, kicking with both feet!
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Ugh on the scab! I shudder to think how it might have affected your dear C's comfort and walking. I hope it's resolved -- and for the positive -- soon!
Your portraits say everything. I see fierceness as well as fatigue.
Not so sure about the fierceness; maybe with regard to C.'s care. But on other fronts I tend towards meekness. As for the scab, the podiatrist at the wound clinic called it a "callous", removed it, and it's looking a lot better now. Her walking has even improved since the procedure! Will post a video of it.
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