Testing Testing 456...

I've finished the testing the rehab place wanted me to go through last Tuesday, and felt kind of strange about in the end. Now I know you're sitting there asking yourself, "What would make him feel weird?" Well, numero uno: It was a small room, numero dos: It was more than a little warm, (I hate heat !!!) numero tres: I had to answer questions that were more than a little personal as a final excercise. Do you see the problem here??? Ah, Well... I'll get in on July 28th and that, as they say, is that. I'll be able to Physical and Cognitive Therapy, plus be able to something I haven't done in 3 years: swim. Last time I went swimming, I had a Grand Mal in the pool. As one who used to the commotion, it can be funny when you look back on it, but it wasn't that day. The pool staff barely understood that my dad and brothers could get me out of the water without me drowning. I was swimming laps, by the way. So that's why we don't go to the pool anymore. I'm actually looking forward to therapy; maybe I can get my life back.