Rehab

Rehabilitation is a bit fat pain in the butt, but you got to do what you got to do because if you don’t you don’t get to do much of anything.
Right now I’m trying to achieve lying flat on my back. The first step is getting to the floor. It seems I don’t remember how I used to get down. All you wise guys that are snickering and thinking to yourselves that I never really knew how in the first place, point taken. But you know that’s not what I’m talking about that.
I’m going through a paradigm shift, physically, mentally, and spiritually - a complete reworking of how I used to do things, how I used to be, how I made myself manifest in the world. That I had to relearn how to walk and talk is an indication that the work is starting back at the basics and what’s coming for me is a new way of being.
It’s a bit daunting, realizing it’s still early on in the process. I realize I’m making a fantastic recovery from what the head neurologist at the VA called a major stroke. I also have a long way to go. I don’t know how people without faith do it. It would terrify me if I had to do this alone.
Don’t get me wrong. I am overjoyed and thankful to have a strong community behind me. But if that was all I had, I think that would scare me more than doing it by myself. No offence. It’s that we humans don’t have a really good track record for pulling together for an altruistic cause. So I’m really grateful for a God that is, above all, loving and good. It also helps that He’s big enough and bad enough to do what He wants.
So even though I’ve got a long road ahead of me, and I don’t know where He’s taking me, you wise guys better watch out. On the other end of this I’m going to teach you a thing or two about how to get down. I know you know what I’m talking about.