Post by Lils on Feb 6, 2010 20:51:24 GMT -5
It wasn’t easy, but Lillian managed to get the door open. The crutches pushed down, balancing as she stepped forward. She walked with the practiced grace that was sort-of puppet like and she maneuvered toward the counter. Each forearm crutch balanced before she moved forward, the braces noted over her shoes. She kept up her slightly meandering pace and she ignored, or attempted to ignore, any odd looks she was getting. Once at the counter, she smiled. “I would like a hot chocolate please,” she stated with a half-forced smile on her face.
Her hand shifted and pulled on the chain that held her wallet, leaning against the counter. Once braced on her left arm and against the counter, she removed her arm from the right forearm crutch, placing the wallet on the counter. Opening it one handed, she paid for the hot chocolate. Getting the wallet back away, she maneuvered back onto her ‘four-point’ balance, heading to a table. Shifting, she maneuvered into her seat and removed her forearm crutches, placing them out of traffic.
Settled, she looked outside and let out a soft sigh. She would really rather be riding but Buddy was settling down. He was also enjoying his run-around time in the paddock. Her eyes grew distant and she shifted her gaze to the table. Life had changed drastically for her over the years since her accident.
Who would have thought that breaks going out and crashing through a horse trailer could do so much damage? Despite surgery, the physical therapy had only gotten her out of the wheelchair. Beyond that, she hadn’t seen much difference.
The hot chocolate was place in front of her and she jumped. “Thanks.”
She didn’t question why the hot chocolate was delivered to her table.
Her hand shifted and pulled on the chain that held her wallet, leaning against the counter. Once braced on her left arm and against the counter, she removed her arm from the right forearm crutch, placing the wallet on the counter. Opening it one handed, she paid for the hot chocolate. Getting the wallet back away, she maneuvered back onto her ‘four-point’ balance, heading to a table. Shifting, she maneuvered into her seat and removed her forearm crutches, placing them out of traffic.
Settled, she looked outside and let out a soft sigh. She would really rather be riding but Buddy was settling down. He was also enjoying his run-around time in the paddock. Her eyes grew distant and she shifted her gaze to the table. Life had changed drastically for her over the years since her accident.
Who would have thought that breaks going out and crashing through a horse trailer could do so much damage? Despite surgery, the physical therapy had only gotten her out of the wheelchair. Beyond that, she hadn’t seen much difference.
The hot chocolate was place in front of her and she jumped. “Thanks.”
She didn’t question why the hot chocolate was delivered to her table.