Progress!

I start physical therapy on Monday!  I am SO excited to have the solution to this back saga scheduled.  I'm trying not to focus on the part where the specialist renewed the Valium prescription because he said I would need it after therapy.  I'm a huge advocate of physical therapy, but the idea that I would want to be knocked unconscious after it is a bit unnerving.

Everyone continues to be wonderful--calling and dropping by to help.  And, of course:

My little sidekick barely left my side (or chest) for the first entire week.  This week we've both been able to move about a bit more, and unfortunately ONE of us thought a get-well mouse was a good idea.  But it's the thought that counts--which I can say as Andy caught the mouse before Theo lost it or brought it up to me.  I'm much more charitable about rodent gifts I haven't had to see.