Keep Trying

"You can do it! One more now, don't be a quitter!" My coach in rehab, such a bitch. I know she means well but my mouth still can't pronounce "lemon." I spend half the day working my tongue.

The car wreck totally threw me into a new realm of shock, depression and a little hope fostered by caring healthcare people. I couldn't just die like I wanted to because my family would freak. So I'll be the freak with the distorted face. May be I'll join the circus when I get out of rehab.

I can't complain I thought when they pushed Lora in through the rehab door. She was fucked up like nobody's business. Her arms atrophied to pencils. Boy did she have a lot of work to do. I admired her attitude. I wished I could say "hello," but there was my fuckin' mouth.

Long story short: After months of rehab, I was able to say, "I love you" and she was able to put her arms around me.