When my sweetie tore his achilles a couple of years ago, he was given a temporary handicap permit that we kept in the car until he was healed enough to walk from the parking hinterlands to wherever we were going. It was awesome. Park pretty much anywhere you want on city streets without feeding the metre. Using the handicap parking spots when we needed to. If he was feeling strong, we'd try to go without; when he wasn't, we didn't.
Did we ever miss that tag when he was healed enough that he didn't need one anymore!
I'm so glad you got yours, Sue. I'm sure you'll find it totally beneficial.
Warm hugs,
