brni (brni) wrote,


yesterday was visitation day. my parents came by and properly chastised me for not telling them about my surgery in advance. when they left, i crawled into bed for a few minutes, and then the kid & his girlfriend. at the end of the day i was exhausted. that too-exhausted to sleep place. linda had no such difficulty - i think she was asleep before she lay down.

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.
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