Just a note about yesterday's blood flow, everything seems to be better today. I had my home health person check everything out this morning during my shower to set everything looks good no evidence of any bleeding or blood accumulations through the night. I guess I'm okay. I still plan to follow up with my MD or one of his residents. I think I've sat on this way too long… Excuse the pun I may need to have some intervention of one sort or another.
Yesterday I had the meeting with my occupational therapist durable medical technician/specialist from the wheelchair shop going over my new chair performance and tweaks and hopefully making the chair more livable. I have to admit I came away from the meeting a little bit more hopeful that have been for some time. This also means that I'm going to have to give the chair up for at least one day while they perform the tweaks necessary to make the chair a bit more livable. I've got a decent backup chair now so being without my main ride is not as dramatic as I once felt.
It has been along 50 years actually 55 years! I have to say that I feeling pretty fortunate that I had my accident when I did in the middle of my adolescence. I think being a teenager, full of magical thinking and the belief in miracles and refusal to accept what seems to have been quite evident was that I was never going to walk again which is probably the same as never be a normal again whatever normal means. I of course, like everybody else, was in denial the first couple of years of my life as a person with a disability. After the initial trauma, in-house rehabilitation then outpatient rehab and then figuring out how is going to continue my education. I was kind of in denial. Back home at the farm I was quite a ways away from what I considered the world. There is hardly any sidewalk just just from our driveway to the front door every thing else hardpacked dirt or grass. I could get by pretty much okay but it was a lot of work. I don't know how much in denial my mom and dad were at the time. I dad actually built a set of parallel bars which sat on the side of my home which I actually pulled myself up into a number of times a week and started at one end of bars turning at the end then walking back. I got to the point for I could do with a number of times before my leg started giving out and was forced to sit down. I did this for about a year before I realized it wasn't getting any better I was just doing an exercise. I did other futile exercises as well finally realizing I wasn't walking again in better just get on with life. Which I did. However, there are a number of images taken of me during this period which actually, if I do say so myself, didn't turn out half bad. I played a lot of fantasy games in my head all I walk through the parallel bars don't think it hurt me and only made me stronger…
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