Chapter 33

The therapy is harder than I thought it would be. My legs are weak, and it’s hard for me to walk, and when I do, I get cramps. My ankles are weak, my knees... I look like a grandfather with arthritis. It is very frustrating to feel so clumsy, so weak in general.

I need to get back to the physical condition I was in before the accident because I need to get back to work. Stupid accident! I haven’t stopped thinking about why the airbag didn’t go off, but Mireya has assured me that the car hadn’t been tampered with. She had it checked just in case, and she’s sure. I have to believe her; I’m sure of that.

Going in a wheelchair in that room did not appeal to me. It makes me feel old.

The funny thing is that I’ve been able to see myself in the mirror, and with these hairs, I’m even handsome. Not that I’m thinking of leaving it that way, but hey, it’s not so bad.

Dr. Gomez introduced me to Julio, the physical therapist who has been in charge of mobilizing every one