It's Not Easy Being Wheely
We just got back from a fabulous five-day trip to New Orleans. It was a bucket-list trip for me as I've always wanted to see the city/area and I wanted to do a special trip with each of my kids. This trip was with my daughter. I started the trip on a high as I'd just spent the previous six days on my first solo trip since my brain surgeries last year, my first solo anything really! I'd rested and relaxed as much as I could so I was able to walk around with my family for the first few days. As I say that, keep in mind that my walking has changed significantly of late. I've learned that, in order to maintain stability in my joints and not have my body go on high alert tensing up all my muscles, I have to walk VERY SLOWLY. Like painfully slowly. Again, it's embarrassing. I guess I must have had a lot of issues with pride because God sure is humbling me! Almost every time I start walking, I forget that I have to walk slowly. So I start off at a normal pace and before