A bight autumn Thursday morning. I had breakfast with client and friend, Andrew McDonald who is down from the country. I enjoy his company has he has a very inquiring mind. Once again at Jellyfish. I am certainly getting to know the Manly haunts. Rolled back to the house after breakfast and realised I didn’t have my wallet. Turned around, crossed the level crossing and was proceeding down the footpath to Jellyfish when I happened to see a girl walking by holding something that looked like my wallet. I stopped and asked her if she had just found it. She said she had found it lying on the footpath and was wondering what to do with it. She gave it back to me. How lucky was that? I had been carrying it in my lap and it must’ve fallen out of the wheelchair. My foot is still swollen but seems a better colour today, not quite so inflamed although the skin is dry and flaky. It has been blood red and puffy. This afternoon I rolled my wheelchair three quarters of the way down to Manly. Didn’t make it the whole way as my shoulders are very sore.
This is a very boring time of the recovery process. Nothing seems to happen, nothing changes. Found out today that my daughter Catherine has to have work done on the meniscus in her right knee, which was damaged when she broke her tibia. This will happen when they take out the plate in her leg. That is disappointing. Apparently this is what has been causing the pain. Two years after surgery and she is still feeling the effects. She doesn’t seem all that bothered. She is stoic and resilient for such a young person. We are sharing the pain. Her courage is an inspiration to me.