Friday, March 22, 2019
Leaps and Bounds
Went to the doc today for a two month checkup. I tell him what I am doing. He tells me I am doing well. Keep doing therapy, he says. Not recommending surgery yet. I am relieved. I am not ready for another surgery right now. I leave the office hoping, but my arm feels dead. Still, I make progress every therapy session and every workout. I try to stay positive. It is not about being able to clean the shower, I laugh, but about ego. Looking good. That one made the therapist smile.
I will skip the factory today. Ili is out of town for the weekend. First time alone since the accident. Today was the first time driving myself to a doctor. Felt odd, a bit scary. Lonely, really. What will I do, I wonder? What am I able to do?
There is the usual and the mundane, of course. Yard work to be done. I will go to the gym. The hours will pass unremarkably. Perhaps I will take my first nap on the new leather couch. Surely that. Perhaps I will make some photos, but don't put good money on it. But maybe.
The day is gorgeous. I must take advantage of this weather. I sit in a dark room writing because my laptop is dead. I need to get a new one. Maybe that, though it is another $3,000 down the drain. I am having trouble pulling the trigger on that one.
That is the shape of things. Leaps and bounds. Leaps and bounds.
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