Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Tomorrow? Tomorrow? There's Always Tomorrow?

The last request for more advanced rehab has finally been turned down more or less absolutely, so I am slated... maybe... to be discharged and sent home Thursday or Friday. Maybe once that happens I'll have something real to say.

The hospital experience here ain't M*A*S*H, but it isn't horrible either, at least most of the time. I'll have a series of brief (but required!) appointments for further training and the design, construction, fitting and testing of a prosthesis. As one who can't shut up even when he probably should, I'll keep you posted on progress.

Wish me luck in placating Stella, who is unhappy with me about something...

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