Months past and stronger.

It is almost 6 months since the damn ladder dumped my "fat ass" on the ground. Surgery, recovery, and many doctor and physical therapy sessions later I am at a point that I am. I feel I am at a point where I can do many of the things I could before the accident. I have regained much of the muscle movement that I had. There is a small area that range of motion is not in. The muscles do move there, they just are not quite firing as they should. With continued exercise and use I will try my best to get some of it back.With the approach of spring I'm sure I'll find things I have to adjust to do. Actions I have yet to do while confined inside. Ladder work is going slow. Soon I'll be up the same one that dumped me. A couple fruit trees need damaged branches removed. It will get done before they leaf out. My sub will hold the ladder and keep it set on the bottom. Though that ground is flatter and easier to set a ladder.The ladder will not win. I will not let it beat or let it frighten me. There are just too many projects that will need a ladder to complete them.I've been discussing with sub, him having to do more of the strenuous pieces of the garden. Digging holes for potatoes, peppers, and tomatoes. Pounding fence posts for holding up those tomatoes. Possibly helping with the initial weeding. Just until I build my strength back up.By the end of the summer and nearly a year later I will be back to more normal. I am trying to figure out a way to celebrate that day. It showed sub and myself that we needed this adjustment. We lived through this drastic change. Hopefully stronger and better.