Didn't really "reconnect" to the institution. I teach lots of classes tomorrow, with barely any time available to farkel around with the machinery, so... it should be more fun.
Kids asked what happened, why I had the wheelchair. "I've got bad wiring," I told them. "Neurological bullshit." Which, y'know, really is 100% true.
They took it really well. (Helped that I smiled and joked a lot when I told them.) It's an electric wheelchair, controlled by a joystick; I called it "Playing a video game, except with real consequences." Everybody laughed at that.
Walking is a lot of trouble. My first thoughts were that I could drive the chair to the restroom and then walk in... only took a couple of times to show me that no, I'm driving in, and probably driving in to the handicapped stall. A tiny bit weird, this particular change, but it doesn't hurt. (As much as falling would, at least.) We'll see how well the walking goes tomorrow when I have to do it in front of the class.
The whole "we're back to school" really hasn't hit me, yet. We'll see how I feel after six periods of instructing 9th graders, tomorrow.
Which, I hope, I can make it through.