In the beggining of my recovery, as it usually occurs in other cases, I took larger steps. I began to stand up! (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bbmWxA0iIIo), began speaking! I stopped eating crushed food and choking when I ate! Then the steps became shorter…and I confess that I lacked strength often. But, when I was beginning to stagnate…I took another large step!
A neighbor of mine got a vacancy at the Sarah Kubitschek Hospital and I began to treat myself there. There I had dance lessons (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rq-JyI-vbHc) swimming classes (https://youtu.be/RhPUUOiBbT4), physiotherapy, worked out (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=imdBM0WsBv0), ping pong (my mother turned our dinner table into a ping-pong table),
Na época eu me locomovia com uma cadeira de rodas e foi lá que eu recebi meu primeiro andador! (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=seOC4dxnUQw).
I began to spend my days in Hospital Sarah and returned by noon. I stayed in a day hospital sistem they say. At home, when I returned, I had physiotherapy with the GNAP group. With them I began saying that “physiotherapy is everything!”
As you can see, many angels appeared in my way.
"The gravity that this accident had for me. My reasoning, my walk, the time I lost where I could already be in a professional internship, driving and helping my family."
“I miss the girl I used to be. A girl who knew how to talk about futile things. A girl who laughed easily, was spontaneous about anything. This is what I miss the most. Myself. Of who I used to be. Of who I try to rescue. I matured. I grew. I had to setle for this situation. This accident made me dependent. I can’t travel by myself. Didn’t have the rigth to own a car. To hear from your parents that you were lying there, not knowing if you could see or hear, if you would ever respond again. It could take a year, a few more years or it could never happen. I could be left with very serious sequels and never go back to being myself. It is not like breaking an arm or leg. It was my brain. Things like walking, sitting and lifting, eating and dressing myself I unlearned. Forgot how to study by myself. Forgot how to bath. Forgot how to live by myself. And what could I do about it? Continue living with hope. Hope that the good part of life would come again. Who suffered and suffers until today with me is who really loves me like my family and close friends. People who will only move on once I move on as well. "
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