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It's day 9 following my surgery. I got the stitches out yesterday before taking Carter to the police academy for breakfast. He deserved it after taking me to my 8am appointment.

The stitches came out fine and they gave me a referral for physical therapy, which I'm not looking forward to. I'm optimistic since I'm already off crutches around the house. I just can't use the stairs on my own yet. The main thing is transportation since I can't ride my motorcycle and I haven't gotten another van yet. It will be good to be able to get back on my bicycle at least for doing some training at home.

Mi padre sent me some flowers. Very sweet of him. They really brighten the place up. I offered them to Buddha Shakyamuni. I've been very blessed going through this whole process. Every need, concern, & fear has been put at ease through the kindness of someone. I am very fortunate to have such wonderful people in my life and I hope that I can return the gesture. It's really made this a positive experience and I haven't felt any self pity or frustration at all. It's been very empowering.

I was starting to dread going back to work. The Dr.'s office said they would send me paperwork for filing for disability. But check this out, my boss said that if I'd be able to come back to work on Monday he'd pay me for all 8 days I'd missed rather than deal with the whole mess of disability. How fucking cool is that? I'm even happy with my work. How weird? Everything's so fucked up and it couldn't be better.

bleagh!