Today I finally find out what happened with my x-rays. I have a feeling the doctor will be upset with me, I’m upset with me too, because I didn’t do the physical therapy. I was supposed to go to PT three times a week after my last appointment; but trying to schedule something like that with a husband who works nights, one car, a small baby, and no babysitters is next to impossible. Particularly when also trying to find another place to live by next month (if at all possible).
We have at least signed an application with the place that would like my husband to be a courtesy officer; but now they’re saying they might not have a place for us before July 31st or if they do it will be a third floor apartment which isn’t a very good option with the escapologist munchkin and my legs the way they are.
I feel horrible because I’m actually hoping that one of the tenants didn’t turn in their rent yesterday because then they would be evicted and we would have a place that we could live.
