Stitch Free

Yesterday I had my stitches taken out. I lied about having 150, I only had three running stitches. Those hurt more than regular stitches on the way out. Each one was about six inches long. But in the end it was worth it.

My dad did ok with the lift and putting me in my chair. The worst part was on the road to and from Escanaba, Michigan.

I am still doing my stretches with my dad. They still hurt me but getting better. I’m getting ready to go in my chair for awhile.

I’m running out of things to say so I’ll end it here.

TTFN

bye bye stitches

Today I get my stitches out. I have 150 of them in me. I am very afraid to have them pulled out. But I’m sure I’ll feel a whole lot better when they are out.

The real test will be if dad can put me in my chair with the Hoyer lift by himself. I just hope I don’t fall out.

I’m still looking for Bay Cliff campers (past/present) that wants to help me raise money for camp.

I will be glad when my scribe is done helping me on my laptop. My dad is so computer dumb. He doesn’t know how to do the simplest things.

I will write more later. Until next time.

TTFN