When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
BROOKS Crystal has been home for 4 days now and she is getting restless not being able to get up and help around the house. I called her doctor and asked if she was able to sit outside for a little while and he said she should be ok doing it just to make sure she didn't try to walk. After I made Crystal's breakfast, I cleaned up our dishes and went into the room and picked her up off the bed. "Brooks, what are you doing?" "I'm taking you outside to sit in the sun for a little while." "I don't think I am supposed to be outside, Brooks." "I called the doctor and asked. You can sit outside but you can't get up and try to walk." "This sucks!" "I'm sorry, baby. I wish I could heal your leg for you." I sat her on the back porch and decided to go ahead and clean the yard up. Crystal thin