Physical and Occupational therapy is killing me. I have plenty to say as always. I just need to sleep...When I have the energy I will fill in the words. Just know I am not dead but working hard to restore myself.
Elias loves sitting me on the loo:
It’s quarter to nine and Loren will be coming for me soon.
Eddy pushed hard for me to walk and keep my left foot off the ground. NO WEIGHT BEARING.
I can dress myself. Much to Michael Robinson’s amusement. He came from Key West just to chat. Love him of course.
Check out this slick tool Elias gave me to slide on socks:
Voilà. Ready for more damned therapy.