Night was like imprisonment in sheets - just wanted to explode out and run.

Then things changed. So image is out my window. The street 4 floors down.

When people came in morning I was able to get in shower wash hair and then learn how to walk with the crutches they call British. They go around you forearm. Quickly switched from two to one. But in room
Alone I am to use walker. Putting in the “miles” with each “Lap” maybe 20 steps.

Still. Progress. And dug out my desired belongings from the pile of gear. I really have too much. Will I ever learn? Snd Still
Do not have a firm exit planned. Hope by tomorrow!

Best NY wishes to and for all of you and yours.