Mom brought my guitar to the hospital. I had played for about 16 years it was like second nature.
I was excited. I started to play but right away it was off. I couldn’t feel the fingers on my right side and I dropped the picks often. I have to practice, and do OT.
I remember that I picked up my phone. The first test was code to unlock my screen. I could not, so my mom did it for me. I looked through the apps, and they were all a blur.
My next step was speech therapy. I got to leave my room for this and I was pretty excited. The therapist was assessing me to see where I was at.
There was a picture on left side of the paper, and spelling on the right. I looked at the picture. There was two eyes, a nose, the ears were drooping, and splotches on the face. I know what that is. This will be easy, a walk in the park.
My eyes scanned the word. I was suddenly petrified. There was a D, and O and a G. I couldn’t believe it. Somehow I had no clue how to spell. Terror filled my brain. I was paralyzed. I can’t talk, I can’t read, and I can’t spell words. I felt hopeless….
Stay tuned for Seattle Part 6
Dave Keller 