Yesterday was the rainiest day ever.
I killed my umbrella and laid it to rest in a pile of similarly dead umbrellas.
I went to PT and the pain management doctor.
He's not happy with the nerves in my hand and has increased the dosage of my Lyrica.
He has a nice view.
This thing? This six foot by six foot thing in his office? Is made of paper. It's kind of neat.
Then I met Middle and Youngest at the train station.
Middle bought himself a special birthday present.
And, lo, the evening laid itself before him...
Six bags! Two books of instructions!
I got a special present too.
It's the tiniest landscape by the creative director down the hall and I luff it.
Yesterday was the great scarf sample sale and, while I bought a couple of black things, I also bought a scarf with colors!
When I went to PT you'll never believe who I worked with. Bill. Bill who had a similar accident, Bill who was not good about his PT, Bill who had a bad attitude. And you'll never guess...Bill who is totally different and much more positive about his recovery.
We are at about the same level of recovery - 65%. We did strength training together, we compared scars and pain levels and we commiserated. Toward the end I cried a little as I wish my hand wasn't so present every minute of every day (the Lyrica will help) and we reassured each other. It was a little Christmas miracle.
I gave small scarf-sale presents to the PT ladies and won't see them again till January.
I've got a new sheet of homework and stronger putty to work with and, though I need to go over my lists and parcels, I've done much of our Christmas shopping.