Discharged!
“Well, this is a bad day to go to physical therapy,” I thought to myself with mild annoyance as I waited for the bus west. “I’m not in any pain!”
My physical therapist agreed with that assessment, so much so that she discharged me. My arm’s as normal as she can make it. The rest is up to me.
The plan hasn’t changed, really. I’m going to find myself a massage therapist (there’s a small knot of them within walking distance of my house; with any luck one of them will do), keep going with the exercise and self-care, and try my best not to mess myself up again.
I hope my guarded optimism isn’t discouraging for people who wanted a miracle cure. As badly as I managed to hurt myself, improved functioning and (much!) less pain is as much as I could reasonably hope for. I’ve got that. Now I have to keep it.
I’m kind of tempted to pick up a recorder again, though. Maybe I can play for longer than ten minutes now.