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I (should) get my license back Wednesday

I have often said that I GET my license back Wednesday. I guess it is more appropriate to say that I SHOULD get my license back Wednesday. I go to the VA for a test on Wednesday of this week to see if I can get it back. This week I need to drive a little with my wife to get a little experience back before I go in. This will be a big step for me. It will give me a little more independence. I really appreciate all the people that have shuttled me back and forth to Dr. visits, but I will be glad when I won't have to rely on them any more. My wife may pull her hair out for the first few week. I have jokingly told her that when I get my license I will be a WILDMAN. (She may catch me some Friday night "scooping the loop") But really, it will just be one more step I have to take to get my independence back.

I am really excited about this visit. There have been very few Dr. visits I have been excited about. Going back to Methodist for the first time was pretty exciting, and going to see Dr. Benjamin will be pretty exciting, but this one will be VERY exciting. They usually wait 6 months after brain Surgery to give this type of test, but it will be 6 WEEKS on Wednesday and they will already be giving me the test. God is good. As I told a young lady this morning, EXCEPT for God, someone has to give me a good scientific reason why I am back at work and nearly normal after 51/2 weeks. I just belive that God has been good to me.

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