Eight days and counting. I have two therapy sessions behind me ... Have you ever paid attention to the initials after a persons name? MD, PHD, DDS, DVM, CPA, CFSP ... These little kindergarten *itches have S&M on their name badges

Friday was surgery; the weekend sucked; Monday was the first PT where they measured range of motion and prescribed passive exercises; narcotics have had minimal effect on the pain, but it is getting better (last night I actually got five hours sleep and only got up once); driving is a challenge - especially turn signals with an arm you can't lift; I have been able to type with both hands for about three days, but it is slow; I am just about done with the sling, but will see how the one hour classes go before throwing it away (Wednesday I tried, but had to have the host come up half way through and help me re-sling

); Friday I did receive compliments on my progress with the exercises, but the little hottie ... 22 year old babe with S&M title, is way less than impressed with my injured flabby body

; and this morning I went into way deeper research on recovery time ... I have tried to ignore the months and focus on weeks, but I am starting to accept the three to four months projection ... DAMN! I was really hoping to take the bike out again this fall if it got nice, but I can barely raise my left arm, much less hold a handlebar or operate the clutch

Enough bitching and whining for now, but that is it ... I call it patient's remorse
