Pain = Progress

I cried at my first physical therapy session (no one that knows me is surprised ).

Now, 44 days and almost 100 degree measurements later, I’m elated to finally “test out” at my FINAL apt! Progress is a beautiful thing and I’m glad to be in the home stretch. Can’t wait for something that has called for so much of my focus and attention to turn into a laughable memory of “that one summer I broke my hand playing rec soccer” with only the smallest of surgical scars to show for it! I’ve learned a ton about myself (and my insurance plan ), experienced greater depths of the Lord’s provision, and been “wow-d” by the great lengths my family, friends, coworkers, & @parknicollet staff have gone to make this entire experience more than manageable.

You know who you are, so thanks all!! XO PS i know what you’re wondering and yes, without thinking about it i wore the same shirt on my first and last day of PT.