Well, I simply refused to Die. I went against the Prognosis. In fact each Day I get closer and closer to being what I used to be. Granted My Normal may have been everyone elses;s Abnormal. But My Abnormal is all Mine! Do now I am on the Cusp of once again Flying. I will moss likely get to Fly Loke this; Condor 330, Northwing T-Two. Then, after I gave shown that I can still Fly, I will Fly the Finest Glider ever, My One Fifty Eight Predator!
So in the Meantime. i use My hands as much as possible. I Play My Gibson SG. Yea for oh I do not know exactly how long I play My Guitar each Day. But suffice to say; I get in at least Two hours A Day Picking through the Pentatonic Scale. Yes it is a case of My SG, My Metronome, and Myself.