So today the powers that be decided I would be going home on the 28th. They said I can finish healing under home care. That means six days and counting. Homeward bound. Baja time, Baja calls loudly.
I cannot return to Baja until the wound has healed fully, scab needs to be gone. Maybe a couple moore weeks then it will be shrinker and Baja time. Feels so great to be on the road to freedom again. Life is good.
There will be a three-week wait after the shrinker comes off. Then they should have my temp prosthetic ready. Then weeks/months of adjusting and getting used to it. In between it will be Baja time. Off I go.
I have put the iWALK2.0 aside for now, as it puts pressure on the end of the stump SLOWING the healing. I will resume when the shrinker is installed. I pushed too soon. Sometimes it is better to slow down no matter how much you want to move ahead.
I did find a set of automatic exterior steps for the truck that fold under and out-of-the-way. Now getting into and out of the truck should be doable. Find out next week, if I can get them installed that fast. No way I can self install.
I find myself pushing and doing too much. BECAUSE I am burning daylight, and there is only so much left when you are almost 70. Back in High School time seemed to CRAWL. Now it FLIES at 90 miles an hour. Baja time is approaching.
My Church is calling every minute of each day. A friend, Daniel Powell sent this to me today and I would like to share it with you.
Frigates dance wildly in flight in my mind,
swooping low, darting wide, daring to climb
into a sky sun-wrapped in warm blue respite
from thunderous rain the previous night.
The smooth swell calmly glistens of life held within
as it shines, reflecting a low-gliding pelican
wing-wafting scents of tropical sea air
as fresh and as real as if I were there.
My feet might find the warm sand welcoming,
If not just fantasy of cold-climate suff’ring
land-locked by demand and long-shoed unfree—
they often walk barefooted through my mind to the sea.
Thank you Daniel as YOU know I miss my Church, our Mother Ocean. She calls me loudly all day and night. Being a Child of the Tide she dwells within my soul. Better times are coming. Baja time, Baja calls, sea you all soon in Paradise. Tight Lines amigos.