Graduation

No cap and gown, no "Pomp and Circumstance," just a "see you around" and that was it. My 3 month PT tour ended last week. Dr K said go for three months, so there ya go.

I have shown improvement along the way, so it's good that I'm going to see how it goes on my own, but it feels a little strange. I saw my therapist, Sarah twice a week for 3 months and it was fun - she would tell me about her dating woes while I tried not to seem too "braggy" taking about how great my husband is. It's like going to your hairdresser, except you're not talking towards a mirror. And, of course, with PT your hair looks pretty much the same when you leave as when you got there - minus the haunted, beaten-up look...

I don't want to jinx things here, but lately I'm feeling pretty decent. I still have the breathing stuff here and there, but I no longer whip myself into a state of "Ohmygod, get this freaking elephant off my chest!" For the GI problems, I'm taking an antibiotic that, according to the product info, is supposed to take care of "bacteria caused by food or drink." It's what doctors would give to those traveling in the Third World. Redondo Beach (and surrounding areas) bacteria evidently qualifies cause it's working pretty well.

So, back to work next week!