Bonjour

A few weeks ago one of the therapists told me there was an annual gathering of patients from rehab clinics across Switzerland and invited me to go this year. "It's in the French speaking part of Switzerland, so it's a four hour drive away. Can you do that?" 

"I think so," I replied. My therapist agreed I was allowed to go if I wanted. 

This morning at 5:30am the night nurse gently woke me up and I slowly went through my now brutally long morning routine to get ready for my great adventure. I made my way downstairs at 6:30 and met up with about half a dozen other bleary-eyed patients ready to go on an adventure. I dozed most of the car ride there, and when we finally arrived, I was still unsure what exactly to expect. I hadn't been told any more information than it was Swiss paraplegics getting together, and we would eat a lot. 

I was a little worried I'd gotten into something over my head as I don't even speak German yet let alone French, but I was with my REHAB crew all day and felt like Beauty walking through her provincial town as I constantly heard "Bonjour!" 

I had a lot of fun today as we played foosball and curling between breaks of gourmet snacks and authentic Swiss raclette. I even got a short tour of the rehab facility we were visiting; it made me infinitely more grateful to be recovering in Basel. Previously, I had no point of comparison for how wonderful REHAB Basel is, but now I'm aware what a gift it is to have natural lighting, wide hallways, and the distinct omission of a hospital smell. The staff here have also done an amazing job taking care of me, and I'm so grateful for the progress I've made. Please pray that I'll have my day clinic confirmed soon and selfishly that I'll get to keep Alex as a therapist in day clinic.

Moving day is fast approaching, and I'm so thankful for the help that people have provided and continue to provide as I make arrangements. Please pray the details continue to fall into place and that my dad will arrive safely on Friday evening.