Naughty and Nice

"Bipolar Boy" is in the house.

He woke up this morning in full roid rage bloom.

Gotta love those Steroids.

He had physical therapy with Andrea first thing

and poor Andrea-- it was a colossal waste of time.

He wouldn't put any weight on his feet, let alone walk a step or two.

And he pretty much growled at us every time we tried!

(By the way, the chemo he got yesterday has a side effect that causes

pins and needles in is feet for a few days).

He got somewhat better as the day progressed-- but still

wouldn't use his feet much.

And I wonder why we can't get him to walk with all these setbacks!

Anyway, Maureen came at lunchtime for Occupational Therapy

and he was quite cooperative.

Sitting at the table and working on puzzles and playing games

was just his speed.
Plus, I think he'd do just about anything for Momma Gump.

 Of course it didn't hurt he had two lovely assistants to help him on the ipad.

Oh, one other note.  Yesterday at the hospital, we were given the big N.O. on a live

Christmas tree again for this year.

Anyone have an extra artificial one hanging out in their attic not being used?