Suck It, Benny Hinn
One very good thing about Lexapro: my highs are as high as my lows are low.
I made it to my doctor’s appointment today—the one that was supposed to be Friday—and let me just say what a difference a business day makes. I got the order for my AFO brace. WENT. DOWN. THREE. STAIRS. and walked up an inclined ramp, all without a panic attack!
My doctor was happy for me and asked if I needed orders submitted for outpatient physical therapy. I’m content to wait a little bit on that. I’d like to have the foot brace, and I’d also like a little break.
I keep up with my PT exercises, so I’m not concerned about regression if I wait. I’m motivated simply by doing things I haven’t done in ages. I won’t press the outpatient PT issue either because if it doesn’t happen until after MRI and CT imaging at the end of the month, that’ll be much easier on me in terms of managing the angst.
If someone calls to schedule PT before that, I might opt to go ahead. Don’t need to make that decision now, though.
Saturday I took a shower and walkered myself back to bed instead of being wheeled. I know for mobile people, this sounds like nothing. But for me it’s a big fucking deal.
Suck it, Benny Hinn.
I’m still working on my non-dominant, left-handed writing and drawing. I’m really proud of how neat my penmanship has gotten. I’m nothing if not tenaciously disciplined when it comes to self-improvement. I like the way this neat and orderly page turned out:
Sometimes I’m really tired, though, and my brain wants to do more Zentangle-inspired practice
Still raising money for dental work. Remember that small donations matter. Shares matter. It all matters!