It has been seven weeks since I have been without wheels. Seven weeks ago today I left for Minnesota at 5am, leaving behind both of my wheelchairs. I came home 2 1/2 weeks later and gave away my house chair, only keeping my outside chair for long distances like store trips. It still hasn't quite hit me that I have actually been walking this entire time. I am still so slow, and I still have days that are so difficult, that I forget how monumental it is that after 12 years of being in a wheelchair, I am no longer.
As much as I try not to think about it, sometimes time drags on and I can't help but wish I was completely better and it was all over. I know that day will come, and I know I have to just be patient and keep working hard, but a part of me just can't help but wish it was here now. I wish I could get rid of the outside wheelchair, and have the strength to walk through a grocery store. I wish I could walk even a little bit faster. I wish the first few steps after sitting for a while weren't excruciating. All these things I wish for, and I should just be happy at where I am and how far I've come.
I suppose all these wants and wishes will just keep me working hard, so perhaps they are good. I know they are normal, I am only human.
Step count today: 762
Steps I'm ahead: 15,295