pwndcake

Today I'm clearly on an emotional upswing. I'm cheery, bright eyed, and hopefull. I got a call from my mom this morning, and she'll be flying up on Saturday to help me out over the weekend. Also a physical therapist called from the Oregan Health Department, and she'll be paying me a visit tomorrow to make sure I'm ok. My friend April should be dropping by tonight with some of her delicious ham sammiches, and hopefully she'll be willing to pick me up some groceries as well.

Every day walking hurts a little less. My leg is a little less stiff and sore, and I can bend my knee a bit easier. The difference in my mobility between Monday and today is amazing, and I'm thrilled and grateful about my body's ability to recover after all it's been through.

I'm going to spend today tidying up a little bit in preparation for the Physical Therapist visit. I don't want them thinking my house is too messy for a wounded person to live in, and try to send me back to that nursing home. Paranoid? Probably, but my experiences with the medical community thus far have taught me that a little preparation can spare you days of trouble.

I hope you're all well.