Today hasn’t been a good day for me. This week has been especially tough because of my new foot braces, called AFOs. My Grammie feels so bad seeing me upset, but she still makes sure I wear them every day. They feel so tight on my feet and legs that it really hurts, and I just don’t want to wear them at all. I cry heavy, heartfelt tears and let out all the whimpers I can, hoping Grammie, my special nurse, or my GG will give in. But this time, it’s not working.
Grammie and my special nurse have been trying to help me by talking with my evaluation team. They told them that the schedule for wearing the braces feels too fast and too much for my little body to handle. Even though Grammie still insists I wear the AFOs, she’s doing her best to make it easier—giving me breaks so I don’t cry for as long. At least that helps a little.
Everyone keeps telling me that one day I’ll be thankful for this. But what about now? Right now, I feel miserable. These braces are no fun to wear, and I’m sad, mad, and frustrated. If there’s one good thing, I guess it’s that I’m getting a lot of practice using my voice to tell everyone just how much I dislike it all.
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