Yesterday's PT knocked me flat. Okay, some of that was the pain pill, but I never really bounced back, and I finally caved and used a second pain pill at bedtime. I never worked up the guts to try another set of the new exercises, so today I figured I'd best do better. I don't have my pulley thing yet, but in the interim I'm using a cane to push my arm around. I've gotten two sets of everything in today - I'm aiming for four. I don't know if that's too much or not enough, but it's feeling pretty ambitious to me. I understand why the doctor didn't even mention sending me back to work yet. Done right, PT is apparently a full time job.
Time like this I wonder if I'm going to be able to see this through. I knew it was going to be hard, and I'd resolved myself to get through whatever was necessary. But I'm not a self-starter, and that appears to be what it's all about. I have to wonder if I can keep up with this, or if I'm going to fall off the wagon, so to speak.
I'm tired. I'm tired of being tired.
I'm also starting to whine, so it's time to stop yammering. I'll try another set in a couple of hours.