With everything going on I have moments of extreme emotion out of the blue. While shuffling with my walker I look down and see my broken body and sometimes I just can't believe any of it. I can't I wrecked. I can't believe I survived. I can't I can't walk on my own two feet. I'm lucky I get that. It's just hard sometimes. I made it to farther than I've gone since I've been in the hospital and I PUSHED. I had them follow me with a chair I would have to sit down. I made 600 ft this time.
I NEED TO MAKE IT. I'LL LOSE MY LEG AND EVENTUALLY MY LIFE IF I DON'T.!
