The End is in Sight

I had two good days of therapy, and I finally got approved to move around my room on my own. I did stairs on crutches this morning in PT, and feel pretty good on those. My shoulder muscles are going to get bigger, that's for sure. They want to send me home as soon as possible, probably Friday. I'm trying to get that delayed until Saturday because I'd like to be as strong as possible when I get home. I want to concentrate on working hard this week, and getting enough sleep, and eating right, so that I can be in the best shape possible. This means I don't really mind not having any visitors this week. I would probably just fall asleep anyway. What would be more helpful is for people to come over when I get home, and maybe cook for/with me. I made an omelet today which turned out pretty crappy (the cafeteria didn't have cheddar cheese, only American--does that give you an idea about how bad the food is?) but the kitchen I used here was much easier to navigate than mine at home is.

I think the biggest obstacle once I get home will be mental not physical. The drugs are still messing with my concentration, and making me very drowsy. It's very hard to do the reading and lecture writing under those circumstances. I had enough problems handling four classes before this, so I don't know if I can do it if I fall asleep at 11:00 every night. So maybe the challenge will be to find a balance between how much pain I can handle and how sleepy I want to be.

I spent a little time watching bicyclists out the window today, and got really mad for the first time. Spring is coming up, and there is nothing I like better than riding my bike. Now because of one careless driver I can't.