We're all blessed..

So let me fill you in on a few things that have been going on..

I finally received my Bioness! Now, I wait for my vocational rehab counselor to schedule a time for my Mom and me to get properly trained in how to use them. Once trained, I will use them 3x a day, 20 minutes at a time, or when performing daily functions. For months I've been adapting and overcompensating for what I lack, so Im anxious to see how much return I'll get back from them. For those who may be confused how I use a phone or computer without moving my fingers, let me explain. For the computer, I have an apparatus I wear on my hand that allows me to peck one key at a time- very time consuming. My phone, however, is much easier. I have a strap on the back that allows me to hold it in my left hand, and my right thumb does all the typing. While I can't independently move my thumb, I can simply move my hand to navigate the screen, which is completely all touch. To regain use of my hands and fingers would be a major hurdle in my recovery. One of my small goals it to be able to sign my name.

Another step in the right direction was finally, after a long 2 1/2 months, getting my Medicaid back. It is 'limited', however, meaning it does not include dental, eye doctor, etc. For the most part, it covers the crucial parts- prescription meds, general Dr visits. One huge let down was discovering that Medicaid will not pay for any more impatient rehab. I was under the assumption that in July, when Medicaid's fiscal year restarted, that I would be allotted another 30 days at Methodist. I was wrong. With a hefty pricetag of a little over $15,000 a week, the possibility of returning to rehab seems unlikely. Unless some sort of miracle. Thus comes my delusional idea. Shameless self promotion via YouTube video. It seems like there are so many people/organizations out there with the funds, if my story could tug on the right heartstrings, perhaps Id have a chance at more impatient rehabilitation. I realize the worst I can do is embarrass me, but at best, I could get more help. It would also take the help of family and friends, to re-post, spread the word, send in to news station- whatever it takes. But, honestly, how do you tactfully beg for help?

A couple of weeks ago, my friend Amanda organized a benefit for me, hosted by the Bubble Lounge of Mobile, AL. Unlike previous benefits, and thanks to my best friend Katy and her boyfriend, I was able to attend. There was live music all night, donations at the door, a $1 towards me for every Coors Light, and a raffle with great prizes! It truly touches my heart the people who have come together to help and support me. Musicians who didn't know me offered to perform and Amanda planned and created the event all on her own accord. To know there are genuinely good and selfless people out there can really restore your faith after it had been previously destroyed.

That brings me to mentioning my last blog. It was not the usual upbeat tempo I am accustomed to. But like everyone else, I am only human and we all must vent. Certain actions from certain people had clouded my emotions and got the best of me, but like all my other obstacles, I have overcome them and find myself a better and stronger person. Beginning with the death of the best man I'll ever know, my father, life has presented me with many tough obstacles I never thought Id surpass. I know now, looking back, they were all preparing me for this. And like all the hurdles prior to my accident, I will prevail and become a better and stronger person because of it. Honestly, I feel like I've been a better person on wheels than I ever was on my feet.

I would like to end this blog on what my Facebook status was on the 13th, my 9 month anniversary...

"9 months ago today I could not lift my arm to scratch my nose. Today I am brushing my hair, brushing my teeth, painting, putting on my shirt and putting on my make up. Anxious to see what the next 9 months bring. Never accept defeat. With determination and the right attitude, anything is possible. You only lose when you stop trying."