I am freeeeeee!
Yesterday the surgeon told me I don’t have to wear my brace anymore. AND I can swim. Or at least try. My arm is still stuck at a 90 degree angle when I relax it, so I look kind of weird, like I’m mid-robot all the time. But whatever, I don’t mind. Because now I can go for my walks without having to deal with the incredulous, grossed-out looks from passers-by when I dump a puddle of sweat out of my brace in the middle of the arboretum.
Onward and upward!
Rambulatory Ambulatory 