It is 12:07 am and I can’t sleep. I am quite anxious to figure out this blog formatting. If if seems a little scatterbrained, please forgive me. I promise I will figure it out shortly. I spent a great deal of the day yesterday sorting out photographs for the Photo Journal.
NR: As I sit here in bed I realize that my ankle on my right leg is experiencing more of a new release than earlier in the day yesterday. This is good news! I’m excited! As I attempted to prop myself up into a more comfortable position, I noticed that I was able to bring my right leg up with the knee pointing toward the ceiling with much less effort. Whoop-Whoop! HaHa! You will see that the very little things in my recovery make me just estatic. So I am glad that I can not sleep tonite or otherwise I would not have been able to share this with you so quickly.
I have to make note of the fact that over the past three months I have experienced the most recovery activity since the TM onset in September 2010. When the doctors told me that it would probably take two (2) years for any possible recovery, I just could not believe that to be true. I don’t know why but I immediately thought to myself “this lady has no idea what she is talking about and why is she giving me a two year sentence of imprisonment” Well I see that I am nearly at the two year mark now…. I guess she was right…. dang it. HaHa!
I finally made myself go to sleep at appx 3:00 a.m. and surprisingly enough I was up at about 9:00 a.m.
NR: When getting out of the bed in the morning, I transfer from the bed to the wheelchair. Typically I wheel over to the walker before attempting to get into a standing position because I am never sure of my balance. However today, I transferred from the bed to the chair and them proceeded to stand up (successfully!) without the walker. I kept my balance and raised my hands to God in praise.
I adopted a dog today. The cutest little Yorkie who is about three years old. I had been contemplating adoption for the past several months. I was open to adopting any breed and searched the websites of shelters and rescue agencies of the surrounding area. I just didn’t seem to find the right fit. But lo and behold, Chico found his way into my home via a family member. He seems to be the perfect fit and I am looking forward to his companionship since I am home alone so often. Chico is a little shy and refuses to look at the camera right now – HaHa!
2 Timothy 1:7
