When my friend Vicki picked us up at the airport I assumed we were going to go home. But, we were going downtown and they told me I was going to the Rehab Center of Chicago. I certainly did not have my head wrapped around that concept. I had no idea that my recovery was going to be a journey starting with the rehab.
We arrived at Rehab and taken to my room. This is when I was instructed about the wheelchair to the bathroom, that I need Physical Therapy and Occupational Therapy. I knew I needed the help, but , honestly you really don't get it.
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