Chronically Alive

Tuesday morning a woman from a place called Adlib came up to my room to introduce herself to me and do an intake meeting.  She was a sweetheart. Her job was to figure out if I was appropriate to get support serviced from Adlib one of which would be getting into an Assisted Living called Side By Side. For the last six months, I had been living on the intensive medical/Ventilator floor of Hell-crest Commons, but now they were kicking me out because although I had made a whole ton of progress in PT and OT I had made about as much progress as was humanly possible for me in my condition and my progress had plateaued. I had spent over two weeks trying to figure out where I was going next, now that I was going to be discharged from the nursing home, as my parents were refusing to … Find Out What Happens Next