Rollin' Along

Today, I'm kickin' it old school with the non-low profile wheelchair, Holly Hobbie bag (complete with old reefer burn), and Power Rangers grabber. I'm humbled by how much I resemble so many of my old patients. Humbled and inspired to walk independently.

I'm cautiously optimistic. I have a timeline in mind. Our vacation will no doubt be effected by my limitations. The rest of our Summer will be spent close to home. The beginning of school/work will be challenging. I am thinking realistically.

Joe, on the other hand, is embracing my paralysis of sorts. He's making plans for these "cool, skate park-like ramps off the porches. This one here could bank as you go around and with the incline.....oh, yeah, you could get some speed up...." and when I ask why we'd need those things he just shrugs and walks off and says he doesn't know. I don't know either. The last thing I need to do is build up speed, wheelchair or no.

Today, I am not afraid. I won't plan for a future of gimpiness. Well, I've always been a little gimpy.I should say I won't plan for a future of paralysis. Heck, I once dated a quad who drove me around in his van. He was the least paralyzed person I've ever known.

I don't really know what I'm trying to say other than, I can walk without my "crunches" for a short distance. I can sleep without the brace. The swelling in my foot is improving. It's better, thank you.