I have reached the point at which I feel self-sufficient. Not fully recovered, for sure, but if I had to live completely by myself, I could manage without much trouble.
Today I went outside, walked around the block, crossed a few streets with medium traffic, walked 3 blocks to an elementary school playground, and spent about 20 minutes there. I sat on a swing, swung myself to a pretty good height with my own legs, braked pretty fast with my feet against the floor, and then played on the metal structure for a while. I hung from my arms and lifted myself up a few times, and used one of those sliding thingies that you hang onto from one platform and takes you to the platform on the other side. I felt quite a bit better than the previous time I went there. That's just how I felt... self-sufficient. Barely, but enough.
So that's good news, right? I'm still waiting to start running, though. Jogging, running, sprinting, jumping, leaping, landing, crouching, climbing, hanging, swinging, hopping, lifting, skipping, dancing, DDRing, ice skating, skiing, skydiving, pole-vaulting, heelying, punching, kicking, swimming, biking, breakdancing, hand-walking, and doing that russian dance where they jump when they're crouching with their arms folded on their chest.
I'm looking forward to it :).
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