We are all full of shit...

Today is my 399th post. I don't think I've ever stuck with something so long. Goes to show, "when there's a will, there's a way". I'm in a habit of posting, I can't sleep when I have to post the following morning. I believe that has only happened twice.

Oh dear, did I have a difficult time with Bob today trying to convince him that we were in Roseburg. This is becoming a daily argument. ugh... He was even using profanity; he was getting frustrated and angry. At one point, he asked the waitress at a restaurant, what town we were in. After her response, Bob proceeded to tell his mom, dad, and me that we were all full of shit. From that point on, the topic became a subject we could make "fun" of.

T and I have been sharing his walker (at the same time) when we need to walk somewhere. Instead of taking two walkers or one walker and my wheelchair, I've been holding onto one side of Bob's walker with one hand. It's nice. We have never walked side-by-side. I didn't think my new medicine had any effect yet, but maybe it is working. Maybe I'm expecting to be running before I walk in order for the medicine to be successful.