Our First "Date Day", Post-Stroke

Last Thursday, the 16th, was our 17 year wedding anniversary. I wanted to do something special in honor of the occasion, so we took the Wheelchair Transport to a local art museum. This was Bob's first pleasure trip since the stroke. Here he is as the entrance:

I was a bit apprehensive if Bob could handle it (with all the bladder problems), so only scheduled us out for a window of 2 1/4 hours, but, of course, the wheelchair transport was late coming to pick us up (Why is that, anyway? When you want to go somewhere fun, they're late, otherwise they come way too early for his doctor's appointments, etc.) so by the time we got there we had to rush to get on the next tour.

Unfortunately, the tour was packed and there was a problem with people standing in front of Bob, who could not see around them, but, all in all, we enjoyed the tour up until the last couple of exhibits when I could tell Bob was getting uncomfortable and then, of course, he had to pee.

So, there we were, in yet another public bathroom for 30+ minutes, Bob trying to pee, and he can't go.  Aaargh. Then, dashing out to catch the wheelchair transport home....

Here's a photo of us, 17 years ago, in the process of getting hitched:

We were married by the justice of peace, and at exactly 4:00 p.m. (our scheduled time) there was a power failure in the court house and all the lights went out---Gosh, an omen???? That's why this photo is so dark. We actually had to go into the judge's office and stand by his desk at the window so we could see what we were doing.

There's a brighter wedding photo on my profile.