Whisper the OneEyed Tripawd

Well things have been going along just perfectly fine. I am pretty much all healed up, and I don’t need pain medication anymore, I have kind of been lazing around the house and doing a whole lot of nothing. My family did massages and some excercises with me to help me feel better and to strengthen my 3 remaining legs . I tell you it was amazing, and I was totally loving it!

Unfortunately, sometimes when I would tell my mom I had to go outside there was nobody around to help me. Then I could not get outside (mom can’t help me because mom has been really really sore lately). So I stopped asking to go outside to go to the bathroom. And even though I have been slowly figuring out how to get around I still can’t go outside on my own.

Yesterday Grammy said “Mr Whisper! Things are gonna change around here, this little party of yours is over!”

You need to be able to get outside on your own “WINTER IS COMING!”    Now I’m thinking “Wow Grammy you really don’t do the motivational speech thing very well, how is that supposed to be encouraging?” Then I understood that she was not trying to motivate me she was trying to help me understand how much she did not want to take me outside when it is -40 degrees outside. Some Canadian she is!

“Embrace the bitter cold Alberta winter weather Grammy! It is part of what makes you, you! You are part of the hardy stock of humans that call themselves Canadian, you LIVE for winter! So put on your long john’s under your track pants under your oversized jeans; your socks, under your bigger socks under your biggest socks, inside your boots; your undershirt under your turtleneck, with your balaclava under your hoodie, under your parka; your tiny gloves under your somewhat bigger gloves under you super warm gloves and  don’t forget your scarf to pull over your nose so your nostrils don’t freeze shut” … Besides I only need a minute tops to do what I need to do and than we are back inside again!”

Grammy is all like “No, I  hibernate”. But apparently I still have to pee outside of the cave.

So now I am on a schedule! I cannot believe this! Grammy takes me outside and tells me to potty, on command! My food is monitored because Grammy ‘s “OOOMPHS!!!”  were getting a little louder every time she picked up my butt, not really my fault that she is out of shape but apparently she is blaming me and insists that I am getting heavier.

Yesterday Mom got my new harness in the mail, Grammy has to take it to the tailors and see if they can shorten the handles. It works really well but it is hard for the short people in this house (which is pretty much everyone) to support me properly when the handles are pretty much in their armpits, Grammy was thinking of getting the adjustable handles but with the currency exchange to US$ plus the extra postage & customs to Canada it is too much for just two handles. So if the tailor can make the existing handles work that would be awesome! Besides Grammy is afraid the removable ones might get misplaced.

Gotta go, apparently it lights out

Whisper the One-Eyed Tripawd