It turns out the rental place didn't have a tutu in my size...
You have to read the last paragraph of my March 2011 posting for the subject line to make sense.
It was another recordbreaking day in Dallas. The people who say global warming is a myth had been strangely silent for more than a month as temperatures climbed to levels that even the residents of Phoenix or Tucson would have found uncomfortable. Worse for the Texans was that the humidity had not dropped to desert levels so being outdoors was like being slow roasted in a convection oven. The deteriorating asphalt of the parking lot outside his neurologist's office that he had skipped across like a frog jumping between lily pads at the time of his last visit had melted in the heat and looked almost new.
As in the past, the examination went quickly; evoked potentials, a quick walk up and down the hall and something that seemed more like a police field sobreity test than anything medical. His balance was not as sure walking a line heel-to-toe has it had been in March, but the neurologist chalked that up to the weight he had added since the last visit and not deterioration caused by the M.S. which otherwise was quite stable.
So, this is going to be one of those boring posts where someone says they've done the Wheldon protocol (religiously for the first year and with changes afterwards that were clearly disclosed in my blog entries from the time) and have 1) stopped deteriorating and 2) gotten better. Gee, who would have thought that getting better would be boring?