Meanwhile: three days until Hannukah starts and for once I actually have the presents all bought. (The kid, sternly, last week: "Have you bought the presents yet? All of them?") I don't have the house cleaned up; but I do have a really good excuse, that I am broken.
Did my first PT session this morning. The PT woman told me not to lift. How can I clean house if I can't lift? I ask you!
Also my shoulder guy -- or rather his nurse -- is getting stiff about the amount of drugs I am getting through. Apparently I am eating too many pain drugs. They have no idea how many pain drugs I would like to eat: that is all.