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Me – My Left Foot

I am in Bed 3, though not right now. I am doing well enough I can go home and look after myself all long weekend. The walker photo is from week before last, the end of week two. I can easily make the rounds of the rehab gym on forearm crutches, and then on Friday, […]

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Roommate Bed 4

Roy has a spinal injury as a result of  fall in his bathroom. He hit his head and his back, badly damaging three vertebrae requiring surgery. He and Eugene have been here in room 525 the longest.  Roy is nearly ready to go home, likely by the beginning of September. His home is in Beausejour, […]

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Roommates Bed 1

Dennis is in bed one, in our room 525 on the 5th floor of the Manitoba Rehabilitation Hospital on the Health Science Centre campus. His amputation is the result of “a toe infection that went crazy,” a complication of diabetes. He lives in the Birds Hill community on a small acreage with his wife of […]

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My (New) Left Foot

My new left foot is resisting me, or me it, more likely.  I will write down the instructions for putting it on, because I always forget something. Today my walker, my extra liner socks, and my shoe for the right foot. Those are just things, and easy to retrieve. I need them to do the […]

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My New Left Foot

Walking Here I am showing off for my daughter and her phone camera. This is as good as it gets, until tomorrow, day after tomorrow, day after that as I become more accustomed to my new leg and new left foot. There are no fancy $10,000 mechanics and electronics, and it’s heavy, considering that part […]

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My Daily Fog

short k Hearing the k move from text messages, short for ok, to everyday speech, said quickly and shortly from the back of the throat. k I hear it from a real life friend in Winnipeg.  Caregivers use it in the Rehab Hospital, predominantly women, to acknowledge they are actively listening, even if I’m mansplaining, usually […]

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My Daily Fog

Today I learned my wheelchair had pop-off wheels, which I didn’t know or remember. I can’t believe someone showed me and I NEVER used the feature. It is possible  I might leave the wheels on when loading  it into my van, thinking it would be too much of a bother to take them off, but surely […]

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My Daily Fog: A Key to Everything

I wish sometime I could believe there is a key to open everything in the universe. Well ok, make that smaller…a key to open every lock that needs  unlocking, a key to lock every lock that needs locking …even smaller. A key that opens every lock, starts every car or van, by some high tech […]

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MY DAILY FOG

Been at work for about an hour, using the entire morning for rest and recovery. This so-called work was email, mostly to T/Ed, to sort out what will be victorenns.ca, and whether reviving envoi is even possible for print publishing. I’ve enjoyed opening not-for-profit enterprises like Words on Wheels for mobile book distribution and sales […]

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MY LEFT FOOT STARTS HERE

I was so excited about my new left foot I forgot to take pictures! A bit squeezy, until I was standing. That’s right, standing on not quite my own two feet. I walked in-between the handrails for testing and nearly worked up a sweat. I surely will in rehab. I am now on the waiting […]

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