Vacation?

I've been sprung this day for six years. No, not from prison, and not from JD. It was from the children's hospital. Not that I didn't enjoy my time there, but I'll tell you something, the work load was horrendous. But, without it, I couldn't have used my whole right side again. OT, PT, and other T's I can't even remember were very strenuous on me in that condition, but I'll admit, it helped. The therapists and I worked 6 days a week, and thank goodness their were some leisure classes worked into my schedule, not to mention a mini-library, and computer so I could keep tabs on my favorite racing sites. My favorite books to peruse were comic books (Garfield), and my mom brought some regular reading books from home. In my leisure classes, we put together small crafts such as bead designs, and small stained- glass projects, and the like. Needless to say, I grew tired very fast. One of my favorite days was Sunday, where I could turn the race on the tv, and my dad would bring lunch in, usually bratwurst in a tortilla, and watch the race with me. He would relieve mom, who had been staying with me for the entire rest of the week. Also, on Sunday evenings, the music therapist would drop in with a keyboard and Beethoven cd's. You know the old saying that "music is medicine." I wound up making friends with the therapists (I'm a very friendly guy) and my eventual neighbor and his mother. Now this fellow patient had been in a horrible bus wreck. and had some kind of acid on his face plus a staightner on the top of his leg. His mom, my mom, and I had a lot of chats together. He had to be temporarily moved to another hospital for another procedure, but he came back. When I looked in on him later, after I'd been sprung, he'd changed rooms, and much later, I read an article in the paper on the guy at home playing video games. That's the last I've heard of him, but I hope to meet him some day, face to face. As my release date gote gote nearer, I managed to burn all nine of Beethoven's symphonies to my own CD-Rs, and then waited impatiently for my release orders as I helped my mom pack up. I was originally supposed to leave August 8th, but I proved to the doctors that I was well enough to leave on the 6th. And so that was how I was sprung.