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One sock short of a pair
Jun. 8th, 2025 12:25 pmI’ve always felt as if my recovery was to be done in two phases. Number one was my nerves regenerating and slowly being able to use my body parts again. Number two is strengthening the body parts and learning how to use them again. In phase 1 there was a lot of celebrations as so many good things happen in a short amount of time whilst phase 2 has been significantly harder as there are not that many milestones to celebrate and they are clearly not happening quickly.
That that being said I had an occurrence last week that was pretty major. I haven’t made mention of it as The Fam dealing with Da Younga Sista's ex/husband Greg passing away. I didn’t wanna divert any of that attention to me as they need to heal without distractions.
I’m not going to lie....I get down in the dumps a lot. Going to the gym and building muscles has been a ridiculously slow process and I sometimes feel like I will never walk again. It can be disheartening but I try and shovel through it.
I primarily sleep (and occasionally fall) on the left side of the bed. There is a small alley created by the bed and the wall. I usually drive the wheelchair in that narrow path and slide off into bed. On Friday night before leaving to go somewhere I stood up and supported myself by putting my hand on the wall .I wasn’t feeling very steady but I decided to pull my hand off of the wall and stand there. I’ve done that many times. 30, 45 seconds of standing still. I don’t have much balance & the weight of my body pushing down on my knees is ridiculously painful. So I decided to do the only logical thing. I picked up my left foot and moved it forward 6 inches. I moved the right foot the same.
I took two unencumbered steps. The first time I have been a normal biped since August 2023. Those steps were not beautiful but they were steps nonetheless. Since then I have repeated this several times. I still have a year of recovery to go and this feels like I’m cheating by jumping forward but sometimes you need that motivation.
That that being said I had an occurrence last week that was pretty major. I haven’t made mention of it as The Fam dealing with Da Younga Sista's ex/husband Greg passing away. I didn’t wanna divert any of that attention to me as they need to heal without distractions.
I’m not going to lie....I get down in the dumps a lot. Going to the gym and building muscles has been a ridiculously slow process and I sometimes feel like I will never walk again. It can be disheartening but I try and shovel through it.
I primarily sleep (and occasionally fall) on the left side of the bed. There is a small alley created by the bed and the wall. I usually drive the wheelchair in that narrow path and slide off into bed. On Friday night before leaving to go somewhere I stood up and supported myself by putting my hand on the wall .I wasn’t feeling very steady but I decided to pull my hand off of the wall and stand there. I’ve done that many times. 30, 45 seconds of standing still. I don’t have much balance & the weight of my body pushing down on my knees is ridiculously painful. So I decided to do the only logical thing. I picked up my left foot and moved it forward 6 inches. I moved the right foot the same.
I took two unencumbered steps. The first time I have been a normal biped since August 2023. Those steps were not beautiful but they were steps nonetheless. Since then I have repeated this several times. I still have a year of recovery to go and this feels like I’m cheating by jumping forward but sometimes you need that motivation.