You may remember the spinning electric chair in the dark chamber of disco lights, or the echoey contraption with the harness and wobbly footing. Yesterday I got to try them out again at my final reassessment session of vertigo therapy. Apparently I’ve made progress so they let me graduate! My brain is supposedly rewired and I’ve been assimilated. I even got a free t-shirt. Hopefully it means fewer attacks of vertigo in my future. At least the dizzy spells are fewer and farther between.
Later I went over to Avdi’s to help out. There were major jobs for me to do; the biggest one was helping S to shovel out his room! It’s amazing how much trash that kid can squirrel away in that small space (spilling out into the living room). He actually cooperated and got it done, for the most part.
The process of transitioning to his new school has been complicated and time-consuming for Avdi. They don’t make it easy. There are also at-home therapists and programs to line up and work with. The other kids also constantly clamor to have needs met. All this and much more as Avdi is struggling to keep up with work and household maintenance while operating on fumes. It concerns me to see him so exhausted and frustrated, without a moment to breathe. My inadequate assistance barely scratches the surface. No one human should have to struggle so much just to survive.
Still, there are hundreds of seedlings growing in propagation, hardening off in cold frames, and starting to come up in the garden, so that’s something. It makes me feel like I’m contributing in some way, and it keeps me going.
For some reason I was hurting all over and couldn’t sleep or get comfortable, so instead I’m writing this in the middle of the night.