I was welcomed home to cat vomit on my bed comforter. Being cold last night was a strange phenomenon, however. The dog wasn’t that excited to see me after 4 months…thanks, Holly…but the cat is going nuts.
The flight went better than expected and no limbs were amputated in the process. The second leg was more painful, but I’m still alive and kicking (well, maybe not “kicking”), so that’s all I asked for. I’m thinking the mass amounts of medicines I took before the flights might have helped? Steroids, anti-inflammatories, and hydrocodone…lovely.
I am scheduled to start “official” physical therapy on Monday…with a PT not my mother. Of course, living with a physical therapist means that every waking minute should be one continuous exercise. She has already laid the exercise mat on the floor and told me what I need to do every hour. Yes, it’s a pain in the butt to be reminded every other minute to “zip” my abs and straighten up…and I roll my eyes, but I do want to be back in Haiti asap…so no slacking! Gym, pool, mat, pt…it’s going to be an exciting couple of weeks.
Thank you wall for all the warm wishes and encouraging words I have received. I really appreciate it.