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For those who didn't know, Gord Downie from The Tragically Hip lost his battle with brain cancer today. Their music was always a part of my life, always there during the best and worst moments and with his passing, the world has grown a bit darker. Growing up and living not far from their hometown, I got to see them play more times than I can count and Gord never failed to amaze me with his vocal power, infectious energy and brilliant wit. I'm truly going to miss him.
"He won't travel long alone, no not in Fidler's Green..."
"He won't travel long alone, no not in Fidler's Green..."
A quick update
So I may as well let you's know what's been going on lately. After a rough start out of rehab, I found an nice little, accessible, inlaw suite in one of the historic neighborhoods where I've been busy with getting everything set up just right. So now I have a nice little place not far from my doctors. I've finally gotten every sorted with my meds so things have been good healthwise too. I've also been in PT for the last 21 weeks and making good progress there. I can stand and walk with a walker but I don't have the strength yet to do it for long. I'm getting there but I have a ways to go still. When I started, I was a 14 on some 50 point scale they have and at my 20 week evaluation last week I was a 36. I don't think I'm going to be there by the one year goal I set but oh well. Also, my lawyer thinks I was probably dropped in surgery. It's really the only thing that can explain what happened. I have a case going at the moment but it will take up to a couple years to resolve according
these have been the hardest months of my life
So you're all up to date with my stay in rehab but things got wild after I left. First I was transferred to a subacute facility, in other words a nursing home. This was just as the lockdowns started so as bad as nursing homes are, they were taking advantage of not having angry family to deal with and were absolutely horrible. I lasted not even a week before a friend and I hatched a plan to get out but unfortunately I still didn't have an accessible apartment so I bounced around friends' extra rooms for awhile until I moved into a motel. After about a month I ran out of money and ended up succumbing to the manic episode that had been threateni
shit's crazy, huh?
So shit got crazy, didn't it?
Sure, the world might be ending and we all might die but if we do, I'll die happy.
Where to begin? Well, I'm still in rehab but I have a discharge planned for next week. I'm still ironing out the fine details of where I'm going to go but for now I have an apartment in this county, which means I'm going to be hours from my home again but for the time being it's for the best. Being closer to the hospital means it'll be easier to get to treatment and therapy, or it will be once they start having outpatient therapy again. In the meantime, I’m going to need homecare for things but luckily not too much. I still
je suis triste
mille après mille
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My best friend lost his life to brain cancer about 1 1/2 years ago. It is not a nice way to go. My condolences to his family (even though a bit belated) and my sorrow on your loss. *hugs*