Who Needs a Blanket When You Have This?

IMG_0155I complain about it all the time: my routine is the same every day. Wake up at six thirty; watch the news, medicine, “Good Morning America,” my aide, Maria, arrives at eight, shower… To most people, having your life run like clockwork would be maddening

In some ways having my life run on a schedule is comforting. It’s a sense of security. Predictability.

Looking back it could be for other reasons, but it seems like when the routine is broken, trouble follows. I could be in the hospital, etc.

On second thought, boring is okay.

A 32-Year-Old Kid

This is truly a stretch, I fear, but our morning routine was really thrown out the window this morning! Usually it’s repeated morning after morning: I wake up at about 6:30 or 6:45, “soak” for a while, and at 7:15 Mom or Dad turns on “Good Morning America.” Medicine at 7:45. It’s like “Groundhog’s Day.”

Now to this morning. I was woken at 3:30! Why the heck? you ask.

This morning, Mom and I did a 5K at “The Happiest Place on Earth.” Translation: Disneyland. Dad was an extremely good sport and was our driver.

I hadn’t been to Disneyland in five years! I forgot how much fun it was—and we didn’t even go on any rides! Just strolling (The 5K was a “fun run” and not timed) down Main Street brought me back to childhood. My favorite “land” was always Fantasyland. Small World was my favorite ride, with Storybook Gardens a close second. They both have wheelchair lifts so I could go on them.

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Despite being tired from lack of sleep, I would definitely do it again. What’s missing three hours’ sleep to feeling like a kid again?