Today marks the end of the first week of therapy. It started out okay. Didn’t feel great, but could still keep going. Until yesterday.
I have to stand on my feet all day on my job. After three eight hour days, I couldn’t do a fourth. And today I just stayed home.
One of the reasons I moved into my mom’s house was the fear of being too sick to work. It is not a decision I am going to make today.
Today I am just going to enjoy an evening of politics (gotta love super Tuesday), and take it easy.