Wow, I’m really grateful to finally have the opportunity to thank everyone. I am just so blown away and touched by the cards, gifts, thoughts and prayers from people all over the world. Each of these little things brings me so much joy and positive energy throughout my day.
So I bet you’re wondering what my days look like here.
I have therapy from 9-5 everyday (even Saturday) and any breaks I have during the day, as well as my entire evenings are spent eating, responding to emails and messages I receive, answering questions for my caretakers, spending time with my family and close friends and meeting my basic needs (getting dressed, my hair done, etc). Everything I do now takes significantly longer than it did before. I am generally in good spirits, and like to give the nurses a hard time. I think they really like me, and consider me their personal hospital pet. If I’m naughty, they take away my pretzels. Just kidding. I think I summed it up pretty well with my hospital psychologist when I told her things kind of suck, but I’m doing okay.
I think making progress is kind of like watching your hair grow. It’ something that’s hard for you to see on a daily basis, but when you look back, you notice just how far you’ve come. My doctors continually tell me that I’m making measurable progress, and that continually motivates me. I’m really fired up and willing to work hard to heal fully.
The big news today is that I started electrotherapy. During this, my therapist places a cast-like device on me that uses electrical currents to stimulate my muscles. The purpose of this is to stimulate the nerves to “wake up.” It is really quite neat to see. It feels a little funny, and looks even weirder, but I’m grateful for modern technology!
So I think you might get a little giggle out of this. I suspect I may have a little rehab romance going on. As I was cruising through the gym in my wheelchair today, I noticed a young suitor doing some work on the parallel bars. As I strolled by he was staring at me so intently that his therapist had to yell at him so he wouldn’t fall down. I gave him a brief smile, and continued on my way. A short while later, he “accidently” bumped into me in the halls, and made sure to tell me how well I was doing, while joking not to run him over in my chair. Now, while he’s cute enough, I’m just not sure I’m ready for an office romance! However, it’s really nice to be admired.
Thank you again for all your love. Each day I am so thankful for your unconditional support. I’ll keep fightin’ the good fight and kickin’ ass.