I'm renting a house in Texas with a friend I met through Instagram. She's in a chair too and our accidents happened about 9 days apart so it's nice to have someone who understands on a certain level. Veronica is from Texas so when we started talking about coming to therapy together she made some trips to tour some houses for us to rent. The most important thing was that the house was going to be accessible for us and she found a perfect one really close to our therapy. We had talked about extended our stay for a month but gave the landlord set dates for sure. Not very long after Veronica came to tour the house, we had contacted the landlord of House A and told her we weren't going to extend our stay ONLY to find out that the landlord of House A had rented out the house right under us and didn't even tell us. Veronica called around to EVERY rental house in the area and either it was booked for the dates or not accessible so we began to panic a little. Finally she emailed an renter who was able to get us in.
Getting into our house, we loved it. It is a bit small but what can you expect with two wheelchairs? Veronica noticed quickly that the bathroom door wasn't big enough to fit our chairs and we started to panic even more. We knew we didn't want to stay in a hotel for a month and we had already paid for this house- so we emailed the landlord and he came over right away. After saying he was sorry over and over again, he ended up paying for us to stay in a hotel for two nights while he made the doorway bigger. I know for me personally, I was so taken back by this. He has been so nice to us and I know many people wouldn't be like that.
Therapy is so wonderful. I've only been in therapy for a couple of sessions but my trainer already told me she's seeing improvement. During my eval, we tested my legs and found out I had even had change since November when I went to California. Starting out in California, my legs were basically jello, no movement or traces of it but during my eval last week my trainer felt movement all the way into my calf muscles. It's the smallest of progress but it makes me damn proud because I was told I wouldn't get anything back and I am. God is seriously so good to me. Another cool thing I've started is the FES bike, which basically sends shocks to my leg muscles and causes them to fire on their own. My first day I was able to peddle on my own for 13 minutes and my second time I went about 10 minutes. Small victories but they're still victories and I thank God for them.
I've met a lot of neat people while being here too. Veronica's friends and family have been so helpful and kind to me. Veronica turned 21 last weekend so I was able to go out with them and celebrate with her. Plus, Austin was MADE for me to be here. There's so much music and art around here. Not to mention, lots of bearded babes. I approve of the beards 100%.
If you want to see more photos from my trip- follow me on instagram (@heysabrinafaith) I've been posting there a lot. I've been sucking it up with my 365 project but I'm hoping I can catch up on that this week. I'm also sorry if this post seems rambled or anything- I'll try to share more stories as they happen. Thanks for all the prayers and support that has went into my recovery and this trip. God is truly blessing me.