It's only Wednesday.I had physical therapy yesterday. When we got home, I sat and chilled for a bit and then got up on my goddamn, motherfucking elliptical and did a full 30 minutes. That’s a first (not the 30 minutes part – I've been up to that for about two weeks now). Normally I go full metal dirt slug after my PT sessions (deservedly so). Naps are involved. None were had yesterday.
Don’t fucking tell ME I’m not making progress – I totally AM!
Reader…no one has accused me of failing to improve.
Okay, it was me. I have whined and kvetched about the fact that, after six, count ‘em six, neurosurgeries (one of which caused my “brain to stop talking to my left leg” as my surgeon Fred put it. Thanks Fred!) I am STILL not skipping the light fandango. (yes that's a Procol Harem reference – sue me, why don'cha) I have a problem with that lack of skipping and fandangoness and shit. Of fucking course I do!
Fish evolved into land creatures faster than I’m regaining strength and balance, ffs! Okay, I might be indulging in a wee bit of hyperbole here. Hey, it happens!
In any case, I have a ridiculously early appointment so, here, have some cats and such.
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| Cake ignoring me. Today's his anniversay day, by the way. Three years of ruling Valhalla. |
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| Skitter and Walter are on duty. Fiercely, I might add. |
It's only Wednesday.
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