Hold, Please.

Get me off the roller coaster. I want to ride the paddle boats.

My day started in wound care, and things seemed to be looking up. The "pocket" on my thigh is responding well to collagen, and it is definitely getting smaller, but it appears I have developed a blood blister right next to it. So along with the pocket, Jerry has another area to clean and treat. But in general, things are looking good.

Good, until I told the plastic surgery PA that I was going to be fitted for my trainer prosthetic next week. Nuh uh, she said, or words to that effect. As long as I have unhealed wounds no prosthetic for me. She thinks maybe January.

So I left the Bayview campus very disheartened, and we headed to physical therapy at the Hopkins main campus.

My therapist ran me through, what I found out later, was a series of evaluations. And mostly I failed miserably. And then I let him know that I was going to have to put off getting my training prosthetic. He reasoned, rightly so, that since getting a prosthetic was being pushed back, perhaps physical therapy should be put on hold. Made sense. And it devastated me.

I cried a little and then Jerry wheeled me across campus to the outpatient center for my occupational therapy appointment. We had an hour between appointments, but I was too upset to eat lunch. So instead I sat and thought about how bad I felt.

At my appointment, I told my tale of woe to my OT, and we commiserated, and she vowed to help me get stronger so I would be more than ready when I did finally get my new leg. She did remind me that I had just started using my arms and to give it time.

We worked hard and I left feelimg at least a little better.

While we headed back towards our polling place, my phone rang. It was my physical therapist. He told me he wanted me to come in for my appointment on Thursday. At the very least we will tslk about a game plan for the future, or he may decide I should continue physical therapy to get me prepped to be as successful as possible.

And just now, I got a message that the physiatrist I wanted to see has an appointment scheduke with me at the end of the month.

I honestly don't know what will happen, but at least I feel a little less hung out to dry.

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