Today at the gym, a woman I used to work out with in the morning reintroduced herself to me. She said that when she first saw me, she thought I was “MP’s twin” because she knew I couldn’t be back at the gym yet. But them she asked one of the trainers about me, and he told her that it was indeed me. She was really surprised, and then gave me a big hug.
I love getting that reaction from people, yet it still surprises me. For me, all I did was wake up and work to get better. I know how bad the prognosis was because Mom and Beth told me, but it doesn’t seem real. I also remember the moment I realized that I couldn’t walk, and I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to walk again. I was excited to get my wheelchair because I thought I could handle life in a wheelchair okay. (For clarification, I was never paralyzed per se, but my muscles were atrophied from being in a hospital bed for over a month.)
I’m seeing Dr. Graham, the one who treated the aneurysm, later this month, and I’m anxious to learn more about my actual aneurysm and his treatment/expectations. I still have a lot of questions.