I had my rehab assessment Friday.
The rehab “professionals” say I’m only 10% improved.
I’m really down since my first rehab experience (remember way back when I got my first kidney removed?)
They overwhelmed me. I couldn’t speak. Thank god the Li’l wrekker was there. She read my signing questions to them.
And fought as my advocate. I should have known. She has a degree in which she will teach the handicap. She knows all about medical and educational assessments. She says they are there based on the norm. Not everyone is normal. Especially me🙃.
She did think they were cubby holing me. And told them so.
I still have a lot of work to do. The seizures have pushed me back. All my accidents haven’t helped.
My legs are weak. My stamina is not nearly enough. I’m walking every day. I’ve not started any barre excercises. My Barre is upstairs. The guys are gonna move it for me.
I’ll go in the rehab center Monday after Dialysis. For at least a month.
The food’s good. The place is pleasant. And there’s cats in the courtyard.
Well, nuts. I’m sorry to hear this. I hope your family can sneak Bayliss and JoJo in for therapeutic visits. I hope you don’t have to stay as long as anticipated, 'cause it sounds like you get bored out of your tree there.
Singing and dancing to the same old tune is better than not singing and not dancing. Unless you don’t like singing. Or dancing. Keep doing both. We need more angels here even though they may exasperate by times.
My crazy oldest Sister came earlier.
She’s from Texas. As far as I’m concerned Texans are a different breed.
Give the girl peppers and Pearl lite beer and she’s happy.
She has chewed me out non-stop since she’s been on the place.
That girl is Cray Cray.
She is my second Mom. She wrangled all of us during her highschool years. I do love her, but dang-it I need a break.
I clandestinely set a trap for her.
I told the Li’l wrekker that Christy was disturbed by the assessment at all.
It ain’t started yet. I predict a big war by tomorrow.
For a tender-hearted gal, you’re one tough cookie, so it’s no surprise you raised Li’l Wrekker to be tough and tender. I’m glad you have her on your side.
You keep fighting the good fight, hear? We need you around here. And if your sister drives you crazy while you’re in rehab, pit her against whatever nurse is giving you grief. Divide and conquer.
Don’t forget to sic Li’l Wrekker on Brunhilda, or whatever you named the PT circusmaster.
Picture Brunhilda in a black corset, fishnet stockings, high heel black leather boots and a black leather cat o’ nine tails.
At least the food is good.
Isn’t there a Sonic near the rehab hospital? I saw a commercial for Sonic commemorating Shark Week: An ice cream float made with a slushie, and you get a bowl of gummy sharks to add as you please!
I ate a footlong chilli cheese hotdog for breakfast in the student union before my Electronics II final.
I hoped I would become ill and not have to take a test on the high frequency characteristics of a transistor. It didn’t work.
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