True Confessions

 The "non-slip" shoes and little cat socklets are still where they were The Day I Fell.  (Excuse the garage's floor.)

Somehow, my big ol' head was right in that corner.  Face down.  Maybe make a little memorial there.  Miniature furniture, tiny trees, a simple yet artsy and soothing water fountain, a placard...

(I just now noticed the insulin syringe under the heel of the top shoe.  That's been there a while, huh?)

I confess that I'm in no hurry to move this stuff.  I have no idea why.  It isn't to remind me to be careful.  I've got that.  Maybe I'm used to it all being there, and it would be weird for them to be gone? 

I also confess that I was SO glad to be back to my regular therapist today.  He's nice, supportive, and if I'm not doing something correctly, he shows me the right way patiently and without judgment.  Thursday is my last session.  Tomorrow is six weeks since falling.  My shoulder is much, much better, but these two fingers refuse to de-numb.

Me, too, little Beagle guy.  Me, too.