My gimp arm left me at the mercy of strangers and every one of them has been super accommodating. I had a porter not only carry all my stuff off the plane, but whisked me to the front of the security line, and lugged all 3 check on bags (50 lbs. each, thank you very much to Jen and Corey) off the belt and through customs for me.
I spent much quality time today with Jane, my headteacher, and Gillian's parents who were amazing. Tomorrow Wilma (Gillian's mom...mum...) is going to brave driving around in my new used Vauxhall station wagon to get groceries, a phone, and doctor. Yup, my arm hurts something awful after this very very long weekend. Beena (my PT) will be happy to know, however, that I remaining vigilant in keeping up with my exercises.
As a final thought, there is a smell to Scotland that is quite comforting and I know I will forever think of Scotland whenever I smell it.
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