How the Hell Did I Get Here

When I was 30 did I see myself here at 62? Fuck no! Not sure I imagined even being alive at this point. As much as I’m a planner, it’s more of a short term deal, like ‘what’s for dinner’ and ‘where should we holiday next.’

This is why it never occurred to me to buy a single level home. Howeva, Ten is now putting in one of those fancy, schmancy chair lifts which, thankfully, will get me up to the second floor bedroom and bathroom. Yea! No need to build an expensive addition on the first floor. Also, did you know? These lifts fold up! When I'm able to neatly walk and climb stairs again, the lift won't be in the way. Very cool, no?

I’m def making progress but this recovery is my slowest yet. Yesterday I walked (with the assist of basket brace) farther than ever AND accomplished more in occupational therapy than before. Yea me BUT today I'm sore and my leg muscles are all fatigued. Will I be able to do much of anything today? Dunno.

My new skull head calf/ankle brace will be in on Thursday (not yesterday as I’d hoped). That should help a lot and Friday I'll have aqua theray — YEA!

Ya know what? I just wanna go home already — the cats miss me.