Learning to walk

The next month that I was in the hospital was very uneventful, except for learning to walk again. If you discount the continuous pain I experienced with all the dressing changes, things were improving. Lucky for me after sometime they reduced the changing of my dressing to one a day, so at least I only had to experience this ordeal once a day. They also started using this big bathtub to assist in loosing the dressing with water, before this procedure started, before it was all done while I was in bed. The use of the tub did make it easier and somewhat less painful. I became friendly with the nurse technician who worked the tub, who was also a baseball fan, so we had good times talking about the Giant's baseball team. This helped take some the edge off. Sometime during the second month the nurses made me get out of the bed and sit in a wheelchair and then making me learn how to walk again. Quite painful. This learning to walked again became quite an experience, because every time I had a surgery they would take skin from my legs to apply to other parts of my body, and I had to stay off my feet for appropriate amount of time for the donor sites to heal. This caused me to have to repeat the process of learning to walk again, because each time my muscles tightened up and they had to be loosened up again. Finally they stopped taking skin from my legs and I could start moving around the ward and learning to do normal things again.