independence...

...is something i've always striven for...being in school for a zillion years didn't help...but just in the last few months i've really become fully independent...off the parental payroll...on my own completely...

...until now...

...in the beginning of my recovery my mother was doing everything for me...well she wasn't doing any basic bodily functions for me, but she would have if she could have i'm sure...besides those however, she did everything...bathed me, brushed my hair (which became super greesy over my hospital stay and i was very attractive), fed me...everything...i mean my mother literally got into the shower with me to bathe me...how humiliating...i couldn't do anything for myself...

...but i'm doing better now...i can shower myself start to finish...and yesterday i blow dried my hair alone! that was a big one...now granted i need to take at least an hour nap after i shower, but i can do it myself...

...what i can't do is stand up straight...i'm still hunched over from where the sewed my belly together...so weird....i feel like i got sewn in half...really odd sensation...and now i have to stretch it all back out...not so easy...but i'm working on it...

...my pop asked me what my recovery goal for today is...i think that's a great thing to do...set a recovery goal for each day...yesterday i took a trip to the video store (which required a 2.5 hour nap when i returned) and today maybe i'll do something else...gotta think of what though...maybe walgreens would be fun...am i serious? maybe walgreens would be fun? is that really where i am in my life? apparently so...baby steps...baby steps...