Things are so different now. I am in normal clothes. I tied my own shoes! I no longer have tubes coming in and out of me. I truly love this place. I had an hour of work with my OT. We did a lot of fun things. We put on my clothes. We brushed my teeth. We washed my face. What was even better was that she spoke Cantonese! It felt like home.

My pearly whites getting clean.

After she left, this nice tall man walked in and introduced himself as my PT. He was strong and really kind. We got into my wheelchair and he taught me how to use it. We "propelled" from my room to the gym. That is roughly 150 feet. I did it with just my feet! Then he did some evaluations on my strength while in the gym, then the unthinkable happened: He asked me if I wanted to walk. I looked around and did not see parallel bars nor a walker. I was quite confused...He just grabbed me by my side and told me to start walking and that I did. I walked all the way back to my bed. I walked 150 feet. Half of a football field. I was dead tired, but that was the most amazing thing I've done in a month.

Here is a short clip of me walking with my PT.

This is the hallway between my room and the gym. Far.

I got back into my bed by myself and laid down by myself. I closed my eyes for a quick minute and before you know it a nice lady was talking to me. I was told that she would be my psychologist and would ask me a few questions. This is a basic transcript of our conversation:

Psych: What is your name?

Me: Tin...Lam...
Psych: When were you born?
Me: January 23rd...19...53
Psych: Good job. What city do you live in?
Me: San Jose.
Psycho: Where are you now?
Me: I don't know.

Then she went on with a bunch of random questions about me being sad? Depressed? Worried? Who does she think I am! I am just at the start of the greatest comeback ever. I am completely exhausted now and am about to take a...Goodnight.