PT begins

 Today was my first physical therapy appointment. I told myself not to cry, but I cried. I’m very emotional when it comes to me life and having to repeat how I ended up here in the first place. 

My therapist, T, is very kind and understanding. He laughed when I shared an anecdote from my therapy days as a stubborn high schooler. I am thankful for a good care team- I’m going to need it. 

My exercises were simple, but exhausting. I came home and fell asleep within a couple hours. My knee is also hurting a lot. 

My 4yo came with me to therapy today and offered to hold my hand while I was doing some of the exercises. He can be so sweet when he wants to be. 

This is a short update today, mostly because I’m very very tired. I’ll try to write more tomorrow 

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