That Oh Shit Moment...

Spending a week and a half in a  rehab hospital really wakes a person up to what is important.  I was totally engrossed in my opportunities, my left side. When I went in I had a little drag and weakness in my left leg and weakness in my left arm, my hand on my left side could not open and everyday it seemed to get tighter.  The left side of my face had a sag and my speech was slurred. 
Now this may seem like extensive issues, but looking back I realize my issues were very small.  There were people may age who had much more severe issues. Complete loss of motion on one side, loss of the ability to speak or swallow (yikes), and blindness.  My problems were very mild.
  I don't really know what I was thinking rehab would do.   The first day of rehab was a huge awakening.   During the OT portion I was asked to pick up some pegs and put them in holes on a board. Easy enough I thought, whoa nellie not so fast.  Those damn little pegs became my nemesis.  I learned quickly to hate that box that housed those pegs, and my determination became stronger to kick their ass. (Yes, I was talking to inanimate objects ).
PT was up next. PT takes care of your lower extremities.   Standing, walking, balance etc.  Now, I have been walking quite successfully for many years.  On the first day they put you through aset of "trials".  Standing for 30 seconds, stretching, stepping over small cones in the hall.  All seem simple enough. " I got this" I thought.    Trying to stand in place for 30 seconds, you must be kidding.  It only took me about 10 seconds to lose my balance and start to fall. "Oh shit" that ah hah moment still sticks with me.  This road was going to be all uphill.  The only consolation was that I was driving a brand new 4 wheel drive.  Some of my comrades were in old jolopies that were quickly running out of gas.
On the road to recovery! !!