today was physical therapy, day 1. they say PT stands for pain and torture. in reality the pain was not terrible. but harrowing. gods. the getting out of the brace for the first time, the trusting the entirely too chipper therapist with my arm, the realizing that there's a safe 2-4 inches i can move in several "safe" directions, and some non-safe directions, and the learning of what those limitations are. basically an hour not of pain but of anxiety and adrenaline.
winter has been cold this year, colder than we've seen in recent years, and i often can't get the chill out of my bones. wearing an ice pack across part of ones torso at all times can wear on one.