Well, about a month ago, I was told that I would still be better by January 1. I have to say, I was actually starting to believe it. FOr the first time, I was able to sit longer, I was able to walk longer, and while I was out (standing) at a bar, I was able to last longer than I ever had before.
Sadly, I actually started to get a little bit of hope.
Then, again, my physical therapist did an exercise that ended by good luck streak and my chances for a recovery by January 1.
I don’t know what to do now. I’m at such a loss. It’s been 3 1/2 weeks since the injury and I am still severely limited. I look old after this year and a half. I feel like what a president looks like when they leave office. I look tired, my skin is splotchy, and I’m fat. I’m lonely, feel isolated, and don’t know what to do. Do I calm down — knowing that I will EVENTUALLY get better? But, the truth is, I don’t know anymore. I actually started to have a bit of hope a month ago. Now I am down in the dumps again.