Well, I survived Pillars.
Tomorrow morning, after my workout, I’m going home. Home is only about a mile away, but getting there still requires a little planning. My roommate Charlie has a doctor’s appointment and won’t be able to pick me up, so I’ll see what Pillars can arrange.
I’m hoping my new wheelchair will be delivered tomorrow. Until it arrives, I’ll use the old wheelchair sitting in our hallway. It may not be new or perfect, but it will get me through.
Then, on Tuesday, I plan to ride my trike a short distance up the road and meet my new doctor. I’m hoping he can reduce this enormous wrap around my foot and help me begin the next stage of recovery.
Once I’m settled back home, I’ll order some food through Amazon Prime, work on my tan, and start trying to walk again.
That sounds simple when I write it down, but after everything I’ve been through—the crash, the hospital, two surgeries, the pain, the machinery attached to my ankle, and weeks inside Pillars—it feels like the beginning of an entirely new life.
And something else important happened while I was here.
My BluSup Beacon is now talking beautifully between my phone and laptop. What I enter on one device appears securely on the other. It is private, synchronized, and always there when I need it. I built something genuinely useful during one of the most difficult periods of my life.
I don’t currently have anyone sharing my life in the way I would like.
But I have a home to return to.
I have my trike.
I have BluSup.
I have plans.
And most importantly, I’m alive.
Tomorrow morning, I leave Pillars and go home.
That is enough for today.
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