It's official...

I'm a 32 year old woman stuck in an 87 year old body! Or at least that's what it fees like when I use my brand new handicapped parking pass. That's right...I now have rock star parking everywhere I go. Not that I always need it, but when there are 3 flights of stairs at the park & ride, or a half mile walk for the light rail...it sure is nice!

I've had family members bring up the fact that I will be pulling into a clearly marked handicapped spot, slapping my pass on the dash, and get out with 2-7 year old little boys (that are running around and giggling), and probably get "the look" from more than one individual on if I am really "handicapped" or not. To that, I say BRING IT! When I am being passed on the sidewalk by 65 year old ladies with their bonnets, and going for a photo finish with the 73 year old man with the cane on the way to the light rail, I truly don't care what anyone thinks. If they were stuck walking behind me for any period of time...they will get it!

I have to say, my co-workers and friends have been so understanding when it comes to this. Our "powershopping lunches" have become "powershopping once we take a leisurely stroll through the skyway system". For this, I am so grateful. Even though I am known as "Grandma (Marga)Rita" to my girls, all jokes aside, they have really been there for me and supported me through this. Thanks ladies, I love you!

On a side note, I called the Mayo again today...to no avail. The ladies there are starting to remember my name, and they're encouraging me, now, to not give up. I guess that's a good sign? :-)