It was around this time, I'll say late July and early August. I started to realize that I was getting better. The numbness in my left hand was much improved, the right hand not so much. I still couldn't quite open bottles of seltzer on my own.
My sister was recuperating from her successfully surgery and would call now and again. Do a bit of complaining, she hated the hospital of course. The food absolutely sucked, and she wanted to come home. She knew that was a long ways off. They were talking about rehab for her. Partly probably because of where the would was, uterine if you remember. And I always suspected her being so overweight. The idea was being thrown around. I did the best I could, I was still recovering myself.
I was getting bills in order. Even had to call the surgeon. Not for issues but for disability. It seemed I was to be cut off. Long story short it had to do with clearing me for going back to work. I still had a week or 2 before the appointment. The secretary was a sweetheart and helped keep me getting my short term disability. Even promised to ask the Dr. about when I could actually start driving again. I was ecstatic.
Don't get me wrong, I loved being home. I was making the most of it. Loving the heat, the walks were getting more and more enjoyable. The bakery again. Oh recovering during the summer is just the best, in my opinion. I did have a longing for being mobile.
If you remember they'd given me a very generic flyer about when you were able to do this and that again. From ages 10-100 I figured. Well the surgeon usually said driving was okay a full 3 weeks before the paper work said okay. A kid the night before Christmas was I.
Long story short I was cleared the first week in August, I couldn't wait. It also would be possible for me to drive myself to the surgeon final appointment. My brother in law wouldn't have to take off to drive me.
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