My son Max can still outrun me, and loves showing off how well he can jump. But I'm just passed his skills in one area. I can dress myself.
It's hard to believe, but I've not been able to get fully dressed by myself since the accident. I've figured out ways to get my shoes on lately, but the sticking point has been socks. Seriously. Getting a tube sock over my foot needs some force, and some flexibility, and my wife has had to do it for me all along.
Yesterday, I managed to get dressed by myself. Take that Max!
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