No more help

The therapists and nurses decided to stop helping me last week so I will have no help moving forward. I had thought they would help me get stronger and stretch my muscles, but I guess that kind of help is for other people.

I have been working on my novel, I'm up to chapter nine. It is starting to go into unfamiliar territory, so I had to start doing some more research. Throughout this process, I have been forced to dwell upon foreign situations and circumstances. Since I have the desire to make this the best novel I can, that obligates me to maneuver the words in such a way that readers will be enticed to turn the page.

With my muscles in their weakened state, the ability to type has fled. I used to be able to type 40 wpm, now I am reduced to pecking. I am thankful for the advent of computers and their programs. I am able to speak into a device and watch the words appear on the screen, as if by magic. I would then need to reread and change certain words eliminating the need for typing altogether.