Paul would come to my room every morning....Monday through Friday....at 10:00. At first, he would barge into my room, and would say "are you ready to go?" Probably by Friday....I'd be in the hallway waiting for him....and probably a week and 'change' later....I would 'wheel' myself down to the rehab room.
Side note: I spent the next four months in a wheelchair....and I never....EVER....thought I would have to be in a wheelchair for the rest of my life!
Paul....my Paul....was tough! When he would 'wheel' me around....he was out of control! In the rehab room there were all kinds of stuff he did for me....but really....he wanted me to try to do it for myself.
He had to flip me over on my stomach....and then wanted me to flip back! That's easy right? I just have to push my left hand/arm....and my left foot/leg....and roll over. I 'could' do it....except my right arm, and my right leg, wouldn't let me do it! It hurt....really bad! For the next couple of weeks that's all I did....that and Paul would stretch my leg out....over his shoulder....and my knee into to my face!
When the morning ended....he said "I'll see you in the afternoon"....I was thinking....great....just great!
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