Rehab

I am well underway into therapy and I think I have encountered almost every emotion. Since my last posting, I've seen my hand unwrapped and lost it. I've stiffened my upper lip, taken account of what I've lost, what I still have, met people who've lost more than me and have learned about true friends and what they're willing to do.

Shortly after writing my last entry, and letting the wounds start to heal from the skin graft surgery, I had my appointment to see my hand as it would be. My legs were continuing to burn and feel as if someone were stabbing me, my skin graft was not healing well and I was an all-around wreck. We added vsits to a neurologist to figure out why you couldnt even blow on my skin on my legs without me having a meltdown. Pain meds were maxed out and eating a sweet-tart had the same effect. Time is passing slowly. I oscillate pretty frequently between being all gung-ho and being frustrated and bitter.