Road to recovery can be a bumpy one
I was so excited when I fried myself two eggs for breakfast the other day. After having family looking after me 24/7 the week before, it felt like freedom.
Sure, I had surgery. Sure, I only had one leg to stand on, and my balance wasn’t the best, but I wasn’t an invalid.
I have had other moments of rebellion since then, but reality always brings me back to the actual situation.


