The photo above shows Scotty, my occupational therapist, attaching a medieval torture device designed to excersise my wrist and fingers. The jury's still out. I'll let you know. I don't care how little sleep I've had, how bad I feel or how tired I am.....the staff here just doesn't care. Their job is to get you up, get you moving and get you home and they are very serious about it. I've never met a more joyful, dedicated and talented group of people. As someone accustomed to dishing it out, I've met my match with these folks. They give it right back. We're developing a bit of a Love/Hate relationship. The rehab schedule is often grueling but designed to pack as much work as possible into a day. What could be mistaken for lack of sympathy is really dedication to my success. When you're admitted here you're given a pair of ugly, ill fitting yellow socks. The goal of rehab is to graduate to a pair of ugly, ill fitting blue socks. Yellow socks mean no unassisted standing or walking, fall precautions and staff present for any transfers. Blue socks mean freedom and unassisted walking. I will walk out of here with a pair of those blue socks. I continue to be humbled by the cards, letters, posts, prayers and well wishes from friends and family.