Just a little update. I’ve been at Tallahassee Memorial rehabilitation Center since Saturday. It’s really not bad, all things considered. Well, that’s absolutely not true. It’s bad and it sucks. But I have no choice and I’m going to get myself through this and I’m going to be happy every day.
Can’t remember if I shared about Santa. I have a 6 1/2 foot Santa that comes out every year at the house. When I got here, I asked if I would be home by Christmas. The therapist looked at me and said “uh, no.” My nurse happened to be here at the time, so I asked if I could decorate my room. She said sure. I asked if I could bring a Santa Claus. She said sure. I said my Santa is 6 feet tall. She said you can have it from what I know. So I texted to my buddies, and in 90 minutes they were rolling in Santa Claus On a handtruck. I’ve been overlooking me ever since and he is a big kit with the staff (and doctors). He loves them and they love him. If you’ve got to be stuck here, be stuck here with joy.
I’m doing all of the OT and PT I can, and ask my therapist each time what is going to be too much. I do more workouts in my bed now than I used to do when I could walk around. It’s all in context because we’re talking a few inches at a time, but I work hard.
Everyone has been worried about the right knee for a while because it just has a giant hole in it but no one found structural damage. I finally got cleared to be able to move it, so I’m looking forward to PT in an hour so I can start getting my right leg and hip working as well as my left leg and hip are working. I’ve been completely in a bed for two weeks as of tomorrow, and it is not fun. I want to work really hard through this next weekend and hopefully be able to get into a wheelchair by Christmas. Well, a wheelchair sounds great, but a shower chair sounds orgasmic.
Gentlemen and ladies, appreciate the little things. You simply don’t know how big they are until you lose them. I am very fortunate that I am only losing them for a while, and I am already able to do so much more for myself than I thought I would be able to by now.
I’m getting to know all of these amazing people that work here. When you are completely helpless and vulnerable, it matters who takes care of you. These folks who are taking care of me are absolute angels. I can’t sing their praises enough to their superiors and I cannot wait to sit down and talk with the CEO of this place to sing those praises. It is harder to get to know folks with the stupid masks because I can’t hear well and I can’t read lips. Plus, they are so understaffed at times that they only have a few minutes that they could be here. But every minute matters. I am really working so that when I leave here, they are happy I was here, not that I was injured, but that I was able to be here and give them all the support that I can. I get the feeling they don’t get much other places. They should.
I’ve been able to work some, and I’m keeping up with all this NIL debacle, and I am fortunate enough that I have to basically schedule my day so that I am not overwhelmed with visitors.
Anyone who says they would be happy to go through this so they could try to be positive and all that is a liar. But when you don’t have a choice, this really is as good as it could be. I hope nobody ever confuses what I’m saying. I am not saying that there’s anything fun about this. I am not saying that I would go through it again for anything. But since I am here, it is as good as it can be.
Like I said before, if you were in Tallahassee and want to come by sometime, shoot me a message. I would love to meet folks that I only know from Warchant. One of my very best friends in the world is only a friend because we met one day to get a drink and talk about something we disagreed with here. I have met and made great friends with a number of other people from his boards, also mostly because we disagreed. Hell, there might be a pattern. I have also got to know some amazing people through these boards, whether by tailgating with them for years or by just staying in touch off the boards and never even meeting in person. My wife always finds it hilarious that we will meet people who I know from some stupid message board and they turned out amazing.
Anyway, there is no pressure to become my new BFF. I am completely overwhelmed with the friendship and support that I have found throughout this. But if you want to put a face to a name, and get an idea what’s going on, just send me a message.
GO NOLES