You probably heard the news.
Unless you lived in a cave, worked under a rock, or ate bran flakes for dessert (which is just inhumane), you probably heard me going crazy with excitement.
Early in the morning, I was taken aback when I thought I felt the blanket against my foot…my right foot. That’s the foot that feels nothing. It hasn’t for months, I’m used to it by now.
Did I feel the blanket? I wasn’t sure.
So I went to my Speech therapy and I went to my Occupational therapy, I said F-words and pushed books with my weaker arm.
Then finally physical therapy started. I stretched what needed to be stretched, I walked farther than I had before, I balanced my body, I directed my limbs. Then, at the end, I asked,
“Is it possible that I would be feeling so soon?”
B had me close my eyes while she poked at different spots, and I gave her my honest feelings.
And I answered.
At the end, B put my clothes all back to normal and straightened everything out.
“Well, I’d say you’ve got sensation, but not localization,” B finally said.
She might as well have said,” You didn’t win the $100 million lottery, only the $90 million lottery. sorry.”
What she said was: starting to get feeling, can’t tell where yet.
Cause they lost me at STARTING TO GET FEELING!!!
It’s ok, I screamed a little too.