
Although the diet is not being put aside during my convalescence, weighing myself is. I'm hoping this period of confinement helps things along, but I don't see weighing myself until I am rid of this ridiculous compression machine I wear around my neck, a la "Flavor Flav". The other thing that's pissing me off about it is that its little "Compliance" graph says I'm at 80% This is utter bullshit, as from the time I came home from the hospital on Tuesday until this moment, I have had it off for 2 entire hours. Someone will hear of this. Perhaps a sternly worded letter of complaint!
Yesterday's trip to the Physical Therapist was fine--not as bad as it could have been, but a little painful here and there nevertheless. The PT did tell me that I already have more motion in my left hip than I previously had, which is nice. Just a hell of a lot of pain with certain motions. I return to GTMO Det Easton this morning for another round, and will likely follow up with some on my own later this afternoon in my sickroom. Yesterday's morning session took a lot out of me, as it created the requirement for a two hour afternoon nap.
I have a ton of work piling up, but I'm sticking to a "one week/no work" policy. It feels a bit lazy (it is), but one must have standards. I received a nice bouquet of flowers yesterday, with a mylar balloon festooned with smiley faces and a card saying only "MCG". I know not from whence it came, but I am grateful nonetheless. Also, my high school buddy (and vivacious mega-fox) Stephanie Wilson sent me a Taylor Swift video, to feed my unhealthy obsession. Stephanie was among the more centered, intelligent young women with whom I grew up, so her stoking of this unhealthy habit some 35 years later is worthy of questioning.
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