Just Over the Summer



When truth finally sinks in.

For many patients there comes that time when there is a element of denial.

For some think they will only be here at best three weeks.

One of my my brothers, Skip told me that he lived in denial for a long time.  

Being at the center was a real wake up call.  

Much like Skip I had to adjust to the concept I would be working on many things, most importantly I would have to understand that my life would change, but I would get better.  

It would take longer that I expected.

I used to think that I would only spend about four months at the center, and I would only be here "just over the summer."

The first truth bomb hit me when I was Occupational Therapy.  

What I had referred to as my 79 percent side had become painfully obvious whenever I tried to write, or type of use as part of my testing.  Each time I used my right hand I tended to use my left hand to compensate--and the problem was I was right handed,  

It was not because just that n could not walk--but in my mind the walking seemed more important.

The second truth bomb hit me when I was denied treatment on a technicality.

In the insurance game there are so many reasons  to deny payment--one  of which is improper language, and I think my insurance did not hear or "read" the terms they were looking for.  So they slow walked the resubmission in.

This set back really changed my summer dream of "just over the summer," but in truth that was the wake up call I needed.

So now after four weeks I realize that I may be done in December.  

Most patients need the kind of wakeup I received though I was on hold four four weeks, and most patients do not have to wait nearly the amount of time that I did.

So without having further commentary on the subject I just wanted to say that I missed going to clinic.  I missed the therapists and drivers and most importantly I missed my friends.

Every day I get stronger and improve, and I realize this is a slow but needed process that does not come in just a few weeks and most importantly it cannot be fixed in even a few months.

So I have finally resigned myself to the idea that I will not be discharging quickly--not even "just over the summer."

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