The only thing I have to fear is everything out of the normal

I'm scared.

Now, I know you all are saying to yourselves, "Matt, scared? Is that even possible?"

I'm afraid it is.

I was in bed last night and I tried to move my legs. Notice the word tried. I really had to struggle just to unbend my right leg. It was so weak.

So exercise, you say.

And I will.

But, as I have written before: If everything is perfect, I am usually OK.

If I sleep poorly, if a non-wheelchair user decides to use the wheelchair stall when I need it, if my insides are just a tiny bit off or if my hip hurts, then all bets are off. And so after I fall (in the figurative sense but also literally), all I want to do is sit or lie still. One can't exercise if one doesn't want to move.

Hence the fear.