A Serious Wakeup Call

It is Friday, and I am already tired. Normally I would be winded or even slightly ready for a weekend.   Today was my first independent day ever.   During the course of the day I was given a list of things to do.   Each of the things was designed to keep me busy and to spur me onward by making sure I used good time management. The hard part was I had to stay organized and finish the list of tasks before I left at two o'clock. The hard part was I had to track down my therapists, and they had to sign off on my work. Which was difficult as some of them were not here today. First I had to plan my day out.  The list of activities were also timed meaning I had to take a lunch and had to do them at certain times of the day. Time management was definitely part of my schedule--and I had to be organized.  So I started earnestly.  I went from task ti task doing them in places where people could see me, specifically tasks where I needed to do 15 minutes ...

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,  ...