When I was released from rehab, here, I thought I was done with rehab...period.  I had not played well with the therapist's.  I argued that my legs were longer than most and the equipment was too short for the distance built from foot to knee.  They just kind of continued, forcing me to walk when I couldn't even stand.  I just shut down from trying to do their exercises. They released me.  I moved in.

Last week a new rehab lady came in and wondered if we could try some new rehab.  "Sure."  With a flat, polished board.

 She has taught me how to transfer from chair-to-chair, bed-to chair--flat surfaces like and today, she put me in a standing apparatus and not only did I stand and sort playing cards---I stood for 8 minutes.  I feel renewed --emotionally.

 Another chance?

For the last week or so, I have felt  that my status here would be to get

weaker, stay in bed most of the day, than be moved to a different floor, fed, cared for and allowed to die.  I feel like I have been making lists in my mind--things I have to do before I "leave".  

This morning, a woman from rehab came into my room.  She said they had a meeting about me and they want to start rehab again.  3 times a week instead of twice a week.

I feel if I ever get a chance to walk again--this might be it.