The 3rd floor...

When people find out that they need to be a patient at Kessler Institute... And you have NOT suffered a traumatic brain injury... The 3rd floor is not where you want to be. Aside from the sad stories, the significant cognitive impairment, and it being a locked ward... I'm one of the only speaking people who in addition doesn't think we are living in the year 1910. Like I said- it's very sad and I do not belong up here. I am more than grateful that I am back at Kessker where I can get the appropriate care... However, I miss the first floor terribly.

I have been working so hard in therapy ... Harder than I've ever worked before and my therapists are the toughest than I've ever had. Yeah, yeah I know- this is great. It's what I need but there should be a happy medium/ a compromise. I'm talked to and treated as if I have a brain injury- I have orthopedic issues. Again- don't interpret this post as being ungrateful that I am back here- I'm not... It's just trying to deal with the lack of appropriateness for me and it is hard.

My medications are being administered appropriately, I watch out for my very impaired roomate, and I walked 35 feet with a rolling platform walker (therapist holding on of course).

My doctor here likes me a lot and is trying to find me a private room up here.

I'm working hard... Harder than I've ever worked before.

Tomorrow I see the hand surgeon for a new cast... I'm thinking blue again!

To be continued...