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Feb. 9th, 2025 11:23 amFriday morning at 2 AM, Family Guy Is on three different channels at once. American Dad is on one channel. Seth MacFarlane must be one rich moon pie I am one tired little clam.
Feb. 9th, 2025
It’s true. I like to talk about what incredibly amazing human I am. But I think most people can tell my arrogance is total bullshit. Just another comedic tool I employ. But the truth is I don’t have an arrogant bone in my body. If anything it’s just the opposite. i’m a little low in the esteem department and I try not to talk about myself all that much. Patting myself on the back is actually pretty uncomfortable.
Erica and I went to the gym Friday. We got our usual salads and then bipped over to the weight room. I did 125 reps at the leg press. I wanted to get on the Nu Step torture device for a few minutes but to do so we'd have to skip the other machines. I wanted to get into the main rehab area and walk a little on the outer lap. That requires a walker and Erica trailing directly behind me with the wheelchair. I don’t want to work with Erica in this regard because honestly I don’t trust her. She is spastic, jumpy and quick to full sized freak outs. All would be detrimental to what I’m trying to accomplish. Instead I was going tot walk to the other machine as opposed to wheelchair-ing it. It was about 20 feet away and before she could freak out in protest I grabbed the walker and took off. All of this sacrifice, sweat and pain has built up this moment....
I killed it. My legs were still shaky and frail but nothing compared to last month. I felt energized. I Felt for the fist time goal of walking again is in sight. I did the
Nu Step for just over our minutes. We shuffled out and got Da Cripple Bus and on the way home I broke down and cried. It’s been 18 months since I walked like a normal human being and Friday made me feel like I cando it again. I wish we had videotaped it. I would put it on all of my social media and probably buy some time during the Super Bowl to tell 'fuck you'. You will never keep me down. During this trial I had three near death experiences (or NDE's a the nurses say). I went through six weeks of intensive physical therapy. My body hurts more often than not. Do you think this ingoing to keep me from becoming a bi-ped again?
Erica and I went to the gym Friday. We got our usual salads and then bipped over to the weight room. I did 125 reps at the leg press. I wanted to get on the Nu Step torture device for a few minutes but to do so we'd have to skip the other machines. I wanted to get into the main rehab area and walk a little on the outer lap. That requires a walker and Erica trailing directly behind me with the wheelchair. I don’t want to work with Erica in this regard because honestly I don’t trust her. She is spastic, jumpy and quick to full sized freak outs. All would be detrimental to what I’m trying to accomplish. Instead I was going tot walk to the other machine as opposed to wheelchair-ing it. It was about 20 feet away and before she could freak out in protest I grabbed the walker and took off. All of this sacrifice, sweat and pain has built up this moment....
I killed it. My legs were still shaky and frail but nothing compared to last month. I felt energized. I Felt for the fist time goal of walking again is in sight. I did the
Nu Step for just over our minutes. We shuffled out and got Da Cripple Bus and on the way home I broke down and cried. It’s been 18 months since I walked like a normal human being and Friday made me feel like I cando it again. I wish we had videotaped it. I would put it on all of my social media and probably buy some time during the Super Bowl to tell 'fuck you'. You will never keep me down. During this trial I had three near death experiences (or NDE's a the nurses say). I went through six weeks of intensive physical therapy. My body hurts more often than not. Do you think this ingoing to keep me from becoming a bi-ped again?