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I posted the below on my facebook page a couple of days ago and thought it was well written enough to repost here.   

I am out of the nursing home, since Monday July 1.  Hard to make adjustments. But must realize that I must continue to rest and take it easy.  This is the middle page of the new Cowgirl Collection Journal.  Still looking for the right paper to print this one.

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Day 3 of freedom, What a concept. I was not kept a prisoner at Vista Grande, I was a prisoner in my own body. Jokes aside. It is wonderful to do my thing. I am careful. And I am reminded of the OT and PT who helped so much. The encouragement, the love and compassion outstanding. Saying thanks just doesn't quite cut it. I did do some business of making appts. And discovered that my transportation ride will come down here and pick me up. In my joy of getting better, I don't want to forget the ones who need our prayers, and remember to be thankful. This is one of my most horrific trials. I hope that I am learning the lessons that God wants me to. Thank you for all your prayers. I prayed for an immediate miracle and didn't appreciate the length of time to get it. But what and when is a miracle? The fact that I lived? or when I could hold my head up, when I could transfer the first time, or after nearly a year I am living with family, almost completely using the walker? Only God knows. I am grateful. Bought a new printer today. hopefully I can get it set up tomorrow . I continue to get easily tired. sigh... I pray for blessings for all of us, God knows what is best for us. I guess I will always wonder WHY me? Well it did happen and if I don't accept it, it's on me, and that is no longer on option. Be at peace peeps
Much love

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