The walls to the dreaded basement are panelled in old Chinese shipping cases. When I was lying at the bottom of the stairs waiting for ambulance number two, I said to K, our landlady, that it was too bad I didn't read Chinese, because then I'd have something to take my mind off the pain. Yesterday I walked down the three stairs to the landing. Today, I went all the way into the basement with my Mom. It will be weeks before I can do it on my own, but that was a big step for me!
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