Mum started her 3-month physio therapy today. She'll be at SPD twice a week. A mini bus comes to our place to pick her up. Our helper, Nana, gets a seat on the bus as well.
The Wednesday sessions begin at 11:00AM, so the bus comes around at around 10:30.
The Friday sessions are quite early - at 9:00AM, which means Mum and Nana will need to be at the pick-up point by 8:30!
Just last week, Mum wanted to chicken out.
"It'll be expensive," was her excuse. "There'll be government subsidy," I replied.
"The centre is too far," she claimed. "There'll be transport," I said.
"Do I really have to go?" "The doctor ordered it," I retorted, which isn't far from the truth.
Mum seems quite happy after today's session. Tired, of course. But happy. "I got to lift weights!" she informed me proudly.
Even though the sessions are only for an hour each. Mum is actually out of the house for about two hours each time. For instance, she goes downstairs to wait for the bus at 8:30, therapy session is 9:00 - 10:00, and the driver brings her home by 10:30.
I have a feeling she's glad to spend time out of the house for 4 hours a week. I just want to say, "Me too!" :D
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