What I Learned
The end of every story is bittersweet. I think I expected some triumphant return to my life, but the truth is it was all very anticlimactic. After nine months of therapy--one month of being on hold--one short return to the clinic and two months of waiting--the truth is I settled into a a comfortable hole. I had never been that bad. Truthfully, I wanted to throw my walker away on the first day of being home. When I was home I didn't use it much and when I took in to the clinic, I felt like I could do more.