Today Frankie felt sick, and while Mom took him to urgent care, Philomena, John, and I planned to go to the Downyflake Restaurant for breakfast and one of their old-fashioned donuts. On the way there, though, my wheelchair toppled off the curb. Luckily, it was right in front of the hospital, so the doctors and nurses took me in, checked me out, and made sure I was okay.

In the meantime, Mom drove the kids home so Frankie could rest because he was diagnosed with strep throat. On the way, she got a flat tire, but my wheelchair was in the car, so Philomena rode her bike to the hospital to be with me. John drove the wheelchair to the hospital, and Mom rode John’s bike alongside him. Then Philomena and John rode home so Frankie wouldn’t be alone. The nurses at the hospital found a taxi driver who could accommodate my wheelchair and gave me a ride home. Mom walked home because the weather was so nice.

After that, we had quiet time at home before bed and watched the end of the movie Big Daddy.