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Tuesday already?

Yesterday I spent a great deal of time (out at the house by the sound) editing, revising, and writing, as I watched my two boys and Ashley. When I got home, we ate dinner and I spent three more hours editing three pages. Three hours. Three pages. Goodness.

However, I have to say that I am reveling in this experience and learning so much as I go.

I also called the brother of the man in prison for killing my friend. No big surprise that he didn't care to talk to me. I have to say though, that speaking to him made me nervous.

I couldn't sleep last night because of the heat and it didn't help that somehow the dog was outside our window barking at 3a.m. When I got up to bring her in, I really woke up so I simply stayed up and did more writing.

This morning at ten Ashley had a physical therapy apppointment at the CTU with Erika and it was a good hour. She (Erika) asked me to get Ashley to her Orthopedist so we could get x-rays of her hips to determine for sure what is causing the problems. I called Dr. Song's office up at Children's Hospital in Seattle and made an appointment. He's always hard to get in to see and they were booking out to October. So she's got an Oct. 10 appt for now. Then I called our PCP (Primary care physician) in order for them to fax a perscription to the CTU so they can begin work on Ashley's hand brace/splint and make a referral for her to see Dr. Song in October.

So many hoops to walk through in this dance of disability.

Ashley has agreed on a daily course of action which requires me to help her stretch and improve the muscle strength on her right side. I generally stetch and massage her each night before bedtime, but this routine is much more time intensive and involved.

My seven year old angel is going to have an interesting path in life.

After the therapy session, we went to Costco to charge some food. Now we have full cupboards again! Yay! Well, sort of semi-full.

And now, it's back to work.

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