The next blogisized chapter has begun in this blogified adventure…

First, they hospitalized me…
Next, they let me out…
Now, they set me loose.

I’ve been discharged from Speech therapies recently, and will discharge me from Physical therapy tomorrow. And now, I have some freedom and independence. What in heaven’s name will I do? Sitting on pins and needles? Can’t wait for the answer? Calm down. Deep breathe. Say it with me, “Ohhhhmmm.” Feel better? Good. Well, I’ll be throwing myself into the volunteer arena. I had an amazing meeting yesterday with the CEO of a small non-profit, Namlo International, and it went extremely well. They do great work, and I’ll be helping with the books, operations, and, possibly, grant writing. It appears to be a great fit and will give me some hands-on experience with non-profits. For further information, visit the website: www.namlo.org.

In addition, I’ve been trying some new things. My sister-in-law, Missy, has introduced me to Yoga, which I love, but I’m not very good at, and, tonight, I’ll be going to pottery. I figure with all this time I can at least try new activities and learn more about the world around me.

Update on the physical: Balance is improving, left ear has increased hearing, some feeling in the right eye, and the impulses throughout the face continue. How’s that for a synopsis. I met with my doctor, Dr. Weintraub, last week, and he mentioned that they probably wouldn’t clear me for work for another year. At least I’ll gain some experience with Namlo, and have the chance to help people who need it. I was starting to feel a bit selfish. It must be that genetic Catholic guilt. Thanks Mom and Dad.

In news completely unrelated to this blogcast: The straw that broke the camel's back was determined to be a high density adamantine substance that weighed in at well over a ton. Talk about heavy metal.