Just over a week here now. I’m happy with the progress so far. I have to keep telling myself, “One day at a time.” They really do push that here. You don’t get the day’s agenda until 7pm the night before. Everything has a purpose here. I found out that the meal vouchers in the cafeteria can’t be used unless I’m present. They said the idea is that it’s also part of therapy and forces you out of bed, which I was speculating about before.
My parents are being over-the-top supportive. They are here every day. My dad went around and did business errands for me. I am starting to feel bad that I am the focus of their lives. But at the same time, if they weren’t here things would be much harder.
For some time now I have been going through the “Bible in a year” reading plan as part of the YouVersion bible app. I’m way behind but halfway through the bible. Literally - 50%. It tells you. Anyway, my parents suggested we do the day’s reading before they leave each night. It usually has a couple old testament chapters, a new testament chapter, a psalm and a verse or two from Proverbs. Today’s Proverbs reading hit home:
Proverbs 18:14 - The human spirit can endure a sick body, but who can bear a crushed spirit?
Definitely made me pause and tear up. It is very true. My spirit is all I have to keep me going. I’m doing what I can to keep it up myself, but mainly I lean on God, and all you friends and family massively supporting me makes it 1000x easier. So thank you!
Friends and Family: I decided today that my period of mourning the accident is over. So thank you, but you don’t have to feel sorry for me now. I need motivation, not pity. I don’t want my family or friends mourning my suffering. I want everyone to live life to its fullest and have fun. Thank you for praying for me, and please keep doing that, but also don’t feel sorry for me. The mourning is over and now I am just trying to kick ass in here. While I’m sure well-intentioned, emails that go, “Oh my gosh I heard about your accident and I feel just TERRIBLE!” actually just make me feel terrible. I don’t want you feeling terrible because of me! Haha just think about that. I love you all but I’m gonna be okay.
Speaking of which, I got in trouble. A few days ago I asked the doctor if the pain in my fractured rib was anything to worry about, or if I’m pushing myself too hard. He said it was okay as long as I didn’t bump it into something; that it was a matter of enduring the pain and wouldn’t do additional harm to the bone. So naturally I pushed harder, lifting weights and grunting through the pain. Today I think every staff member I worked with told me that they all decided I shouldn’t push my ribs as hard as I was, and that I took the doctor’s advice too literally. Whoops!
Lifting (or pushing, rather) some weights. Also they make me wear those socks. They keep my legs from getting blood clots.
PT with this guy was interesting. Not sure my back was ready for it, but he taught me how to speed around the floor and take sharp turns by putting my hand on the wall. He even timed me. Then (see pic), he got me to practice doing wheelies. It was more fun than it was progress, but anyway…. pretty entertaining. The best part was watching my mom freak out about it.
They also put electrodes onto my thighs this morning to stimulate the muscles. That was interesting and felt pretty funky, too. It made my legs kick. I’m supposed to try and help them kick, but so far it’s all mental effort.
Jake came by for a long while today. Tax season is over which means Jake’s workload drops by about 90% and he has nothing to do. We played Mexican Train Domino’s. I won (again). Also Joe Riccardi and Ben Isler came by for lunch. Ben brought some more awesome food from CJK Foods, again. It’s that all-natural, organic stuff, so probably good for me, I guess.
Another long day. I’m pooped. Thoughts and prayers with those affected by the Boston Marathon tragedy. G’night.
Chip
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