I’m heading home from the rehab hospital after my third stroke in as many years. This puzzle was part of my rehab. Once it was finished and we realized that there was a piece missing it struck me, I’m a lot like this puzzle. When I got here it felt like I’d been broken into a bunch of tiny pieces. Half my body didn’t work the way it was supposed to and I couldn’t remember things or even find some of the words I used everyday. I felt just like that puzzle looked when they gave it tome in therapy- a bunch of parts that were supposed to make one whole picture. I felt broken, scared and wondered if I could ever return to the picture of myself I had been before this stroke.
Like this puzzle it was going to take work, lots and lots of work. However with the help of the staff here at Healthsouth Rehabilitation hospital we were going to try and reassemble those tiny pieces into the man I was before this “incident”. For two weeks they pushed me, they challenged me and with their encouragement I pushed myself. Slowly just like the puzzle that they had me working the pieces started to go back together. Today I’m going home, but like my puzzle I’mnot finished there are pieces missing. My left side though stronger isn’t back to my prestroke strength. I now have to rely on a cane to keep my left leg from giving out when I walk and 150 feet wears me out. I have a piece missing. Unlike my puzzle I’m not finished. There is still work to do. I’m going home but therapy is still part of my future. Maybe I’ll regain all that was lost maybe not. However even with pieces missing that little puzzle still looks pretty good. SoI think do I.
Feeling like this puzzle