Day +77 (D 217)
Thankfully, I can report that yesterday was uneventful. I didn't manage to run a fever and I was allowed to complete a full workout at physical therapy. All of the physical therapists joked with me about staying out of the hospital. Lucky for me, I did.
I have been driving lately, and Chris is pretty supportive of it. After 8 months it's strange to be behind the wheel again. For those of you who have been in a car with me in the past, you'd be surprised at the change. I'm going to guess that one of my cords came from a very impatient baby. I'm working on the patience bit, but the traffic here is unbearable. I'm happy to report that I can feel the soles of my feet and I'm pretty sure that I can feel my fingertips. I know that sounds strange, but after 8 months of not really being able to feel anything but pain it can be hard to tell.
I find that I'm becoming very impatient as day 100 approaches. I'm desperate for a new routine. It's just time to take my life back. Poor Chris is in knots about me relapsing. I don't know what I can do about it. I'm determined to live my life so that I can say that I enjoyed my second chance. I can't worry about a relapse.