Today I took a letter from my physical therapist to my surgeon. The letter contained my latest, newly improved, stats on how I'm doing. The surgeon was very pleased, and even more excited when he looked at my x-rays.
With big smiles the surgeon released me & said it is now just my therapist, who he also thinks is great, and me.
I drove to the mail box earlier today. It wasn't easy & I was grateful for the rest while Keith fixed the mailbox making it stationary instead of sliding all over. We kept expecting the mailman but he didn't show. I'm deciding to walk or drive back down. My shoulder is still hurting. On the other hand spring has arrived & Keith can no longer drive me everywhere as he has too much work to do. I'm thinking short trips to begin with is a good idea.