Went back to the doc today and got the cast thrown away. YAAAYYY! That's the good news. The bad news is, on Monday I start physical therapy. What it should be called is "Physical Torture". I've done this a couple times now and I don't like it. The "Therapists" are usually young, nice looking with great smiles that they keep on their faces while pushing, pulling, twisting and overextending the affected appendage. These are not really fake smiles, but you know they are laughing hysterically inside at your suffering. I have to go cause I promised Gramma and the doc, so I will and I'll try not to cry, though it won't be easy. Wish me luck. Yes, I know these aren't pics of my arm, but it's all skinny and the skin is flaking off, so who wants to see that? Not me. Twin fawns. Cute. Bye.
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