Still on non-weight bearing. My bones are great, but not so much the incision, which isn’t healing properly.
Back and forth over why I had PT. It was, in fact, ordered by Boyle’s office, but they are blaming it for why the incision hasn’t healed.
I lost the splint, have a boot.
On the way home, I was angry, frustrated and feeling sorry for myself, at which point Ron decided to change the subject to his beloved Native Americans in North Dakota.
Boohoo.
Another bad dream about the Cohens last night. I was carrying a beautiful baby and he fell asleep in my arms. I put him down in a kind of soft blanket/bed, but adopter-liar rolled him out of it. The baby stayed asleep, though.