I'm finally going home tomorrow after a two month nightmare. I went into the hospital two months ago because I had so much pain in my knee and ankle. I spent a month in the hospital and a month in a nursing home/rehab center. It's been hellish here, with bad eats, lost clothes, and long call button waits from apathetic staff. They even, at one point, gave me the wrong medication, and luckily I caught it because I wasn't supposed to have an IV antibiotic in the morning. The rehab center was on point, with the physical and occupational therapists getting to know me and not accepting less than the best I could give. So I'm really happy to be going home, although I still have a long way to go yet. I'm worried though about going home. I don't want my loved ones to wait on me, I want to interact with my granddaughters, not having to fight, keeping them off my knee. I think the biggest one is my self image, I am only 47, and I don't want to be using a walker, I don't want to accept that I might have to use it for the rest of my life. #almostfree #moysinfamilyrenion #kindofscared #depressingthoughts #i'mdone here