My plan was to stop at the DMV on my way to work this afternoon. I know. Columbus Day. Oops.
Actually, I know now. I didn’t know then, or at least until I saw the big sign blocking the entrance in Wethersfield.
I went to get a six month handicapped parking pass.
This was one of those iffy things. Should I or shouldn’t I? I only wanted it for work where where it seems like we park in West Hartford… possibly Avon and hoof it back.
Tonight, without having it, the pass seems like a very good idea. I’ve walked and stood more today than over the last two months! I’m not in significant pain, but my right leg is definitely telling me I’ve come to its limit. Pain is the next step–figuratively and literally.
This is so typically a guy thing! Any time I feel OK for a few minutes or a few hours I think I’m fine. Then reality returns.
I head back to the DMV tomorrow (Tuesdays are half days? You’re kidding!) or Wednesday. I promise to use the pass sparingly.