i'm just 3 days away from going home, after being away for 23 days. 3 days in the hospital and 20 days in the adult rehab.
My emotions are starting to catch up with me. Maybe a lack of sleep and a mixture of the reality of my situation and the uncertainty of when my leg will heal enough to be fitted for a prosthetic.
i just want to walk again. i feel so useless because of the limits placed upon me and i am not even home yet. How possibly will i be able to make it up to Devon?
There will be a day, hopefully soon, when i will look back at this time and possibly laugh, instead of the tears i am feeling now. When this feeling of hopelessness isn't so overwhelming. There will come a day when i wont have to search within myself for the confidence, courage and strength just to get out of a chair.
To save myself from myself i must believe that there is a light, a bright positive light, at the end of this ordeal. It's the only way i will survive and thrive.
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