Yesterday John brought the truck that tried to kill me to the facility so I could see if I could climb in and get out safely. He also brought a handy-dandy little step stool he'd made (the truck is rather high off the ground.) And as he and a physical therapist watched, I got in the truck, and out of the truck, and then did it all over again because it was so easy! Tomorrow! Tomorrow! Wednesday is my Freedom Day!
