Finally my stomach is giving me some relief! I'm not completely out of the woods yet, but things have started to move. Hopefully my stomach will continue to cooperate. My belly is still bloated, but it's understandable given how full it still is. After being plugged for a week, it's going to take longer than a day to get back to normal. The super indent in my building gave me a gray and blue jacket that her daughter doesn't wear anymore. She said she would rather give it to someone she knows then leave it for just anyone. She's so sweet. I miss my Mom when I see her. The jacket may be a bit big, but I'm still touched that the super indent passed it my way. Since my stomach has been dodgy these last few days, I've found myself in a rush to get home and to the toilet. Driving my wheelchair safely on busy streets takes time and attention, which can be challenging when I feel as though I will explode. I notice pedestrians are so busy looking down at their cell phones that it seems they will run right into me. Technology is convenient, but dangerous too.
The Observer is spinning the tunes at a youth dance tonight. He'll do an amazing job. He's done the music for years and he wouldn't keep getting asked if the organization wasn't pleased with his work. Good luck Observer! Spin! spin! spin!