Saturday at last...

And what a week it's been. I started physical therapy on Wednesday. Had no idea it could hurt so much! I think I'm still in some sort of denial about the surgery, the extent of what I had done. I thought I could go into PT, figure out what little exercises I needed to do and tackle that course at home on my own. I like to be independent (aka invisible, unseen, unheard...) It's really hard for me to put myself into someone else's care. (Okay, I am a stay at home mom who is completely dependent on my husband's support...but I'm talking about other people here...)

When I received my script for PT, it listed massage as part of my treatment. I am not a massage type of person--I've said I'm afraid of people and the thought of anyone, especially a stranger, massaging me is crippling. So I thought I could skip that part and just do the strength training--I have weights at home, do strength training a lot. Yeah, uh no...And the massage is actually the most painful part. Not making me a fan at all...

Pile on top of this a mess of hormones, PMSing and blubbering over "What Dreams May Come" the other day, only to go to PT and the massage hurt so bad I cried (a few silent tears, nothing dramatic...) I'm tearing up just thinking about it now, partly out of embarrassment, too...and more hormones...stinks being a woman sometimes. But I have resigned myself to stick out the duration of the treatment now that I've realized I have quite a ways to go before I am fully healed. Sigh...

But, on the up side--Michael has finally settled down now that Grandma has gone home and life has returned to some semblance of normalcy once again, as I knew he would. He was on his best behavior at school all week and only lost one minute of recess yesterday, so I bought him a little fire rescue Lego kit and we went to Wendy's for fish sandwiches to celebrate (his request) Today is our last day of league bowling, though tomorrow is their team tournament. The banquet will be in a couple weeks and it saddens me to think we won't see these kids again. The first of many good-byes for us. Ugh--more tears...

Tonight we're going to our friends' for Movie Night to watch Hugo. A first get together of two of my closest friends' boys and Michael, so that should be a lot of fun. Michael is a little trepidatious as he thinks the other boys will all buddy up with each other and not want to include him in any future get togethers...poor Bug. I think I've passed along some of my anxiety issues to him, of all that I could give him--I've given him my worst.

And so I'm off--time to get ready for bowling. Hope everyone has a great weekend!