Quick Release

Well, it appears that I have done all I can do in physical therapy until I get a prosthetic, so I'm free of hippity hopping down the halls of rehab, for at least the time being.

The wound on my leg, which is keeping me from a trainer leg, is slowly getting smaller. It's less than two centimeters now, but until it is absolutely gone it's a no go for a new leg.

Occupational therapy is another story. While my right arm is getting stronger, the pain is intensifying. Benadryl at night has become my go-to so I can at least get some sleep. Getting dressed hurts. Getting out of a chair hurts. I am so tempted to skip exercises to avoid pain, but I know all I'm doimg is delaying the inevitable. It sucks. I hate it.

But while I bitch about my arm I know I'm progressing. Adding pilates to the mix is getting me stronger and more confident. And it just feels so good. So normal. Brianna, my teacher, is not wearing kid gloves with me. We are working my core, my quads, and yes, my arms. She is brilliant at adaptation and knowing just how far to push me.

I still have those why am I still here thoughts periodically, but as I get better they are retreating more and more.

I have a lot of hard work ahead of me, and while part of me dreads it, mostly I can't wait.