Miss 8 went to her physio appointment yesterday morning. It's a long standing thing & usually involves a heap of very strenuous exercises to help strengthen & stretch her muscles after her Botox injections last month. After a few minutes, her physio came out and suggested it was time for some serial casting. Now, you would think that after 8 years of seeing therapists we would have tried just about everything there is, but this was a new one. I'd heard of it but we'd never tried it.
Basically she's now in a cast - just for a week - and she looks like she's broken her leg! But she's moving around at almost the same speed she was before it went on. It is not bothering her in the slightest which is fantastic.
It says so much about the person she is. If it had been Miss 5 we would be hearing ALL about how sore she is, how it hurts her foot etc. But Miss 8 is the bravest person I know. We keep throwing all these challenges at her (like she doesn't have enough already), and force her to be very uncomfortable and she just accepts it and gets on with life. She NEVER EVER complains.
If only I had half of her fortitude.
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