Monday, April 1, 2013


I was fitted today for a brace that I can remove to do stretching exercises.  That scares me, but so does the word "surgery" that the doctor used today when describing how my particular injury is often treated if things are misaligned just a couple milimeters more.  That sent a cold chill down my spine, and my heart sped up. 

For now, occupational therapy once a week, and the best thing is that I can type with two hands again thanks to the new brace.  Also, nice perk: I can't do dishes, mop, sweep, or any other 'heavy' cleaning.  Good thing I'm so bossy.

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