Well, it's been 4 nites now that I've been sleeping in my own bed and 3 nites that I've been doing the stairs on my own. I go up very confidently but when I look at the staircase to come down, it just seems so ominous and overwhelming. But I've been taking it in steps - my staircase has a landing after 6 steps, so coming down I tell myself to do only the first six. Then I rest and travel the second set of 6 to the waiting wheel chair. This weekend I'm going to work at using the walker instead of the wheelchair. I won't get any stamina on my feet unless I get off my touche and onto my feet. So wish me luck, folks. So, it's been a good few days with the new adventure of the stairs and my getting accustomed to my own room and my bed. I've said I'm stubborn and despite that particular handicap, I will conquer this!

I've signed up for outpatient therapies but don't know how to handle "the RIDE' which is the vehicle that carts us handicappers around. Never used it before and I'm always afraid for the first time with anything.....so this should be an experience!

I think my memory is going. I know that I saw particular items when I came home for good but now I can't remember where I put anything. My house is such a wreck because I have all my clothes in the living room where, of course, I've been living. Time to move all that stuff upstairs where it belongs. I will ask for help because I can't bend down to certain bureau drawers. Not like me to ask for help but I guess it's time to bite the bullet and admit that I can't do everything right away - it's all going to take time. That's very hard for me to admit but Tina (my OT) would be smiling over this decision.

A demain, dear journal!