Arrival, Check in and Photos.

After the normality of the Check-in Procedure. They took a Picture, and wrote a label with my name. Presumably the "before", We don't know yet.

Alone, no one helps to keep me in line, which is work given the doctors office.

Apprehension, Doubt, and a bit of fear bubble to the surface like oil in water despite the fact that I have been waiting for this moment for a long time.

I wish I had someone here, I'm not this strong.

Mom and Dad are packing and finishing up loose ends for their trip. the first since their honeymoon. Sis is in Chicago for training, my friends weren't given enough notice to clear their schedules, but they wished me well, and they genuinely mean it.

Tick... Tock.... Tick.. Tock...Every Tick seemingly an eternity.

Then I saw..... It.A rather vicious looking rotary saw that turned out to be a fiberglass cutter. Made me wonder whether it was the saw that cut me up, at first. a minor jolt.

A couple of random messages to friends, about events upcoming, wondering about friends not seen.40 minutes, and still not even a "Hi how are you?", frustration replaces fear.

Then they come in, armed with Fiberglass, an adult size tube sock, and a Blue tube. Comforting all of it.

Next time they need to buy me a drink.

How to make a People Burrito (aka: making your very own shoulder mold)
1 - Cold upper body amputee
2 - 36 feet of fiberglass tape
3 - Cold Water

Take amputee, and hose down with cold water, let dry until merely damp. Tell amputee to hold breath, this will only take a minute.Take fiberglass tape, and start underneath the ribcage, wrap as tight as possible until amputee squeaks like a dog toy. Work Blue tube into fiberglass until all the way inserted. Let Dry. Take wicked looking blade, and slice fiberglass off. Schedule Appointment for "Diagnostic Fitting" while laughing hysterically.

That is the start, Next, Arming in the House of Lord Steve. Fitting me with my "arm"or.

The Culmination of the past few months of hope, work, and strain (arggg) .

The Day I get to see my new arm, overwhelming relief and joy, are the primary emotions of the Day.

My thoughts drift to Ashley, a Girl that I met through http://www.lessthanfour.org , an Amputee website similar to Myspace.com.

We have just met and started talking over the past few days, but already I wish she were the one here with me rather than being alone. And that she has a chance to get the same tools one day.

I feel scruffy, and Self concious, and realize I need to shave.

Vintage 1940's Coca Cola Ad reprints plastered around the room remind me just how consumption based we are. and at the same time, I miss my son, and wish he was with me.

Disappointment and challenge was to ensue.

Tim finally came in 90 minutes after my appointment was supposed to have started and said that the shoulder, still wasn't here. and gave me a homework challenge, to train my muscles independently. Whoopeee. I left with my mood sour, but determined to make use of the tools i was tasked with

Hi, I just wanted to let everyone know that I have an appointment for fitting on my new arm this upcoming thursday, and I may receive it and get to use it for the first time, I am very excited.