Genora finally got in touch with me. She quizzed me on some stuff she already had and then got on me about not having a social security card. She did this the first time we met but this time she went to her supervisor about it. She also gave me grief about having something to prove I was a resident of Texas. I gave her my voter registration card. Her supervisor must have OK’d my proof of identity because the next call was from the amputee center (TAC)

They have to start their end over again because it has been so long between visits. At first I agreed to 10 AM the next day. I called back and rescheduled for 11 so Brooke and I could get lunch afterward. She likes to combine outings.

So hopefully my next prosthesis post will be me bitching about physical therapy.