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I made my first trip without my wife yesterday.

I went to Wal-Mart. Now, I know that for most people that is a normal, hum drum, trip. But for me, it was a big trip. For me, it was the first time I was out for the first time wihtuout Laura since my stroke. I did call her, but I was just giving her a hard time more than anything else. I must admit, Laura has been a wonderful caregiver, but it felt good to go somewhere without my "security blanket".

It also marked the first time I was in my mom's car since I was transferred to the Knoxville VA. I rode from Des Moines to Knoxville in my mom's car, and that trip to Wal Mart marked the first time I was in her car since then. I know, I know, it was a small thing, but everything is big for me. 

Today will be a big day becauae today I SHOULD get me driver's license back. I know my appointment will be a 1:00, and I think I should practice before then. I don't how long or where, but I think I will practice sometime today.

Oh, by the way, I did get a new phone through U.S. Cellular. I did a new 2 year contract through them. I still am not satisfied that no one else will have the same problems we had, but we have submitted a formal complaint, and the lady yesterday said that they know exactly who I talked to and the situation. The people yesterday wer very helpful to us.

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