I survived yet another physical therapy session from hell today. My least favorite therapist (whom I jokingly refer to as The Beastly One) was there this morning. He’s mean. Mean but effective. I’m making progress and that’s a great thing. I just wish it didn’t hurt so damn much. I swear I’m using muscles I never knew I had. Heating pads, and Epsom salt soaks are becoming my best friends.
All things considered though, life is good, and I am blessed.