March 14, 2015

Another Time

A few times this week I've been asked to wheel myself from my room to the rehab gym. Though the task is no longer hard, it is difficult to do it without remembering the day nine years ago when other therapists required me to complete the same task for the first time. The physical effort was considerably more difficult; the emotions were strong and conflicting— on the one hand I was enormously angry at being left on my own and being asked to do so much; on the other I was determined that I was going to to get it done.