one is now on order. Meanwhile, Little Fish got to try out the
wheelchair she'll be borrowing for the next six weeks. Even without
the difficulties seeing over the top of it she can't reach the wheels,
so getting around is going to be interesting for the next few weeks.
Her powerchair has been semi adapted, but I need a set of Allen keys
to fix it safely enough to satisfy the hospital OT.
Little Fish had a nap earlier, and so I slipped downstairs in search
of coffee. I bought her a magazine at the same time, and came back to
give her a present. "Why you got me a present, Mummy? It my Birthday?"
I explained that it was a present for being so patient and helping the
doctors even when they were doing things she didn't like. "Oh sank you
werry much Mumma".
And then I sat back feeling smugly pleased that I have raised a child
who does not expect constant presents and who wouldn't dream of using
a mere hospital stay to wheedle gifts from her guilty mother. Alas, my
smugness lasted approximately 87 minute 34 seconds. "I finished this
one now you got another present for me Mumma I big brave girl for
you." Ah well, it was fun while it lasted.