Still hoping

My legs have stayed wrapped longer and the wounds appear to be drying up.  The physical therapist is going to order some fabric wraps that have velcro closures so I can put them on myself.  If it works out then I won't have to go to Kaiser twice a week.  I need to get my head on straight, I keep forgetting to take my prozac and I can't get out from under the dark cloud of missing my mom and wanting to be with her.  Right now I don't have any life, it was over when she died and the apartment is just a memory of a past life.