A physical therapist showed me how to use a walker without wheels and he approved of how I handled the walker with wheels. Most of my days were spent testing and on Saturday afternoon, I was outfitted with braces for my feet and legs.
Then there was talk about putting me into a live-in rehabilitation where I could receive physical therapy daily and on a regular basis. Initially, I thought that it was a good idea, but the insurance company had to approve.
While waiting for the insurance company's blessing, I really started to think about this prospect. What are they going to do to me in rehab? Why can't rehab come to me? I would be satisfied if a physical therapist came to my home, worked with me, and showed me how to exercise my legs and feet.
I began to protest: I don't want to go to rehab! I don't want to sit in the hospital and wait. I want to go home to familiar surroundings. If I could, I would bolt.
I don't want to go to rehab! I want to go home. Now!
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