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I have people calling me asking, "why are you not blogging anymore, everybody loves reading them and I don't know how your doing". I have had nothing good to write about. NOTHING!!! Someone told me it doesn't matter if its good or not you need to speak the truth. Truth: I can't stand this, I feel like putting a bullet in my brain rather than stay in this box. Its finally nice outside and what? I have to stay inside, doctors orders.Today would be the day, May 4th, that they do my final X-ray and give me the thumbs up to start putting weight on nubstep. Instead I'm sitting in my house writing a freaking blog about how none of that is going to happen today, about how I have to be in this hell hole for another month in a half plus. Everyone keeps telling me "its just for a time" "the end will come soon" "hang in there buddy" and I feel like I tell myself the same BS everyday. But you know what no one is me, and no one can really understand how much I hate sitting. I never stop, since the day I could walk I have never stopped-- always moving. Shoot I used to remember not being able to sleep in fear I might miss something. It may not always of been for the best but I liked it that way. Now not only do I have to sit, but i have to stay. I prepared for 2 months of hopping and wheelchair and crutches, OH MY. I didn't prepare for 4 months, maybe more. Fact: EF SITTING Fact: Inside sucks FACT: NO ONE WILL EVER SEE ME AGAIN ONCE I GET MY PROSTHETIC I'M PULLING A GUMP, IMA GUNNA RUN...FOREVER. I lost about 10 lbs while in the hospital. I have gained 15 back. I can't work out, I can't do anything. I'm never going to cut off my leg again. 

In better news, my peg leg fund in at like 1400 now. My grandma Jan's church took an offering for me and raised a 777.00 (I feel like this was planned lol). I don't know the name of the church, I know not one person in attendance at her church and I never asked anyone to do anything. It really was amazing and from what I gather they are a very small church. Who is giving more, the person who gives 20 dollars and 20 dollars is all they have and they still have to buy gas to get home. Or the person who has 20 billion dollars and gives a million. Thank you to this church, that was amazing. You have blessed not just me but my soul. I forget that sometimes you can still find good people. 

I have been in this place for far to long and I just want out. I love much, I fear nothing and I will accomplish everything I put my mind to. 

Dear leg: Get better now.

Signed 

Dude who wants to walk on you again. 

You stay classy Tacoma (and surrounding areas) 

Drew