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  • Writer's pictureV.M. Weisen

Six Glorious Weeks

Yesterday marked six weeks since I sliced my hand, tomorrow will be six weeks post op. Today I met with the surgeon to go over everything and check on my progress.

The news was great! He said everything looks good and I can start driving and doing small things. Unfortunately, it's not up to him. I have my six week occupational therapy appointment on Friday and she will be the one who grants or revokes those permissions. Obviously, I'm hoping for some freedom! I go to therapy three times a week so she has seen me and I know I'm doing well.

My hopes are high that I will soon regain some independence. I love my family and the support they've given me, but I long to be self sufficient again. I miss the days when brushing my teeth wasn't such a pain in the ass.

Sorry if you're squeamish, but today felt like an appropriate day to share the lovely images of pumpkin carving gone horribly wrong.

I'll let you in on a little secret: last week I started typing. Gasp! I know, I know, I broke the rules and started using my hand early, but c'mon! It's just typing, and if I don't start writing soon I'm going to murder someone.

No, seriously. I'm starting to fall apart. With the exception of a few breakdowns early on in this process, I have been pretty good at staying positive. Instead of wallowing in the fact that my whole writing schedule was thrown off, I started working on platform building and doing all the social media stuff that I had been planning to do later. Awesome! But now I'm ready to write again. I want to jump back into my project. I want to continue building my career.

So yes, you could say I am frustrated. This las week has been hard and I've been feeling down. Breaking the rules felt damn good! I even wrote a short story.

For six weeks I've been frozen in a state of waiting. Until now. I feel confident that on Friday they'll tell me I can type, and then I'm going to get really wild with it.

So there it is, my warning to all. I've got some pent up words just aching to get out and, while I'm trying to release them slowly, this lady is about to burst!


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