She’s Back…

A little more than a month ago, I started a new chapter in my life when I moved 800 miles south on my own in order to begin a recovery program for amputees. Living in a Fisher House (very nice room with a private bath -one of 20 rooms in my house – with a huge community living space – kitchen, living room, etc. – with all amenities that is free to military and family members being seen at the hospital) that is immediately next to the building where most of my appointments are means I am never more than a couple minutes from where I need to be and therefore I have more time to dedicate to recovering.

I know it’s been a long time since I posted something like this. As soon as I got here, I found myself exhausted from transitioning from doing not much of anything physical each day to being physically active and working Stimpy (the stump) intensely each day.

The adventures I’ve had since beginning have already been ridiculous to the degree that the medical community has agreed that I am the baby Pegasus Unicorn type patient they will never see again.

Now I have my voice back, look out!