Here's something cool - I haven't used my cane in weeks. The physical therapy is definitely helping the nerve damage in my foot, although the doctor only expected it would help my back.
I went to class without my cane last night. I've done that a few times in the past, but have instantly regretted it. My foot felt a little sore when I went to bed, but feels fine today. It's a miracle - three doctors so far have given up on my foot in the past, as have I until now.
My class is in an old building with the door opening to the sidewalk. There is no on-street parking and no handicapped parking at all (I find that interesting and annoying). The safest parking lot is a little ways down the street. By safe, I mean you don't have to cross three lanes of cars with drivers that don't slow down for people walking across. I normally park across the street to avoid the walk on concrete and hope the drivers can see my cane and show me a little mercy. It is uncool to run over the handicapped, so they generally stop.
More than once I have giggled hysterically watching my life pass before me just before the car stopped and waved me on. And more than once I have found myself propped onto my cane standing on the double yellow line hoping there would be a break in the line of cars speeding past me in both directions - and I giggled - what else can you do? I always feel like the frog in Frogger - not a good feeling. Whenever I played that game, I lost in seconds.