Last Friday, Maddy the Occupational Therapist watched sternly as I transferred from the wheelchair to the commode over the toilet.

Maddy softened a little when I didn't fall on my face on the bathroom floor and said that I might be allowed to transfer from bed to wheelchair unattended on Monday.

It's like being promised the keys to the car at sixteen!

And like an idiot teenager who forgot to take the parking brake off, I have to confess to Maddy on Monday that I forgot to put my leg brace on today.

In my defense, all three of my morning transfers went very smoothly.

Somehow I doubt that Maddy will think much of my excuse.

Leg braces should come with something like strings on mittens.

Last edited by carlfogel; 07/11/2021 3:06 PM.