Joel
Why today of all days? My leg was killing me. I knew I should have gotten off of it sooner than I did yesterday. I popped the anti-inflammatory pill, ate a snack, so I wouldn’t be sick and tried to stay off of it before I went to work, because I didn’t want to use my cane or scooter today, especially at dinner. Every time I did, my mother got all teary-eyed, and I didn’t want to put her through the stress.
I remember when I lost my leg and was in the burn unit for a while, my parents and Amanda visited me a lot. Amanda, bless her, didn’t go into hysterics. She shed some tears but then sucked it up and did her best to cheer me up and make me laugh. My mother, on the other hand, hardly stopped crying the whole time they visited. I tried not to get angry, my dad sympathized wi
