Fiorella, who was dressed in some very nice clothes in anticipation of her usually enjoyable visit to her neurologist, was stunned when Cheriot, the local free transport for elders--the one Fiorella has praised to the skies and generously contributed to--called to tell your girl they didn't have a driver today, despite the appointment she that booked eight days ago. Got all that? 😖
As somebody who has praised Cheriot to the skies and donated generously to its coffers, you'd think they could dig up somebody to fulfill their semi-promise to Fio--or at least give their your girl more than a five hour warning! 😡
To top it all off (but with no connection), Fio has had to move her computer from her bedroom to the salon/study/studio because her right thigh hurts from from the sag in her bed. 😠
The nicest thing that happened was that when we got home, the little next-door-neighbor girl came over to greet us. Fio knew that the girl was mainly looking for her playmate who was visiting her grandmother, but Son L and Fiorella were also included in her joyous greeting. 💗
Down to the brass tacks--does anyone out there know about a class or system that Fio could attend that would help her speak as easily and well as she did before her years of calamity overtook her?😞
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