Creeping at this petty pace...
Physical therapy starts tomorrow, and I'm looking forward to/dreading it. Dreading because it means I have to get up and make myself presentable (🫩), looking forward because my arm has been bothersome the last couple of days. I'm getting lots of ice and ice bags ready for the aftermath.
There's really nothing post-worthy going on here.
Bor-ing.
3 comments:
Well, at least boring means nothing new has cropped up! Hope the PT goes okay.
Good luck tomorrow at PT.
I used to enjoy taking The Mister to his therapy sessions after his replacement sessions. It gave me an excuse to sit and knit while I waited. Good luck!
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