Today began smoothly. In my schedule there were “Swimming 8.00-9.00” straight to “Speech therapy 9.00-10.00″… As you can imagine, I couldn’t just teleport myself there. Just like a genius of my kind does, I forgot my schedule and just thought; “It couldn’t have been… it must’ve been at 10 o’clock.” I missed it.
We quit at 9.05, I went to the dressing room and put on this new “pressure-shirt”, which my physio- and occupational therapists incisted me to try… As I started to put it on, I immediately noticed that, “this ain’t gonna be easy!” I was putting it on, upside down… I turned it around, only to notice that, it wasn’t any easier… I’m wearing it now:
It took me almost half an hour to get dressed up, I went to my room 9.55. Looked at my schedule: “9.00-10.00 speech therapy”… Went there, explained my therapist how I screwd up, but thanks! Thanks for giving me so generously time to move myself… But of course my therapies of the day weren’t there, no. I’ll have an other hour of swimming at 13.00-13.45… And “gym” at 16.00-17.00.
I’m going to go to swim, but needless to say that, I’m not going to workout 3rd time today… My gym at home is way better, for me, than the gym here, and I’ll get to workout as much as I want there. I came here, hoping to get professional therapy, which the therapists give me. Not just to get frustrated with my daily programs…