Discrimination

I really like to try to keep this blog upbeat. But life is not perfect and we do run into bumps in the road from time to time. This week, we've had plenty.

On Monday, poor Mike walked into a light post and broke his hand. It was a significant injury that might require pinning. Right now, he's wearing a fiberglass class that includes his ring and little finger as well as all of his knuckes and most of his thumb. He's in a lot of pain and has no use of his right hand... not good for someone who plays piano for a living. You can tell he's thrilled...



On Tuesday we faced our first bout of guide dog discrimination. We were with my father-in-law and decided we wanted to eat dinner at the Oriental Palace. It's a local Asian restaurant we have frequented (without the guide dog) many times before. Unfortunately, this time, we were turned away. Despite our best efforts with the identification card and letting the restaurant know it was illegal not to allow us in with Otis, the hostess simply would not seat us. We chose not to make a big stink and simply left. This was the first occurance and it hurt. It was an insult, (after an injury) for poor Mike.