Shortly after Robb came home from his stay the spinal rehab center, we had "grab bars" installed in our bathtub. We bought a shower chair. And my awesome sister sent us some adorable non-skid decals for the floor of the tub. Robb's balance was very bad, due to his neural damage. Because of the disruption in his spinal cord, his feet were not able to send any useful information to his brain.
His feet would say, "I'm not standing on stable ground!"
His body would decide that based on this information, it would be appropriate for Robb to fall over.
It was awesome.
Or maybe not.
Last September, we went to a letterboxing event in Sacramento. We rented a hotel room, which unsurprisingly did not come with grab bars in the shower. And when Robb would close his eyes to rinse his face, his body would start to fall.
Robb mentioned this to me on the drive home from Monterey on Sunday, because he realized that he was no longer spontaneously tipping over in the shower.
Yes, folks, it is the little things like not toppling over in the shower that bring joy to our lives.
(Newly born baby sea lions are also a pretty good source of joy.)