(Why I'm glad I'm not hospitalized!)

So, physical therapy is progressing. After having a tough time with it at the beginning of the week, I'm doing much better. I've graduated to certain exercises done with weight added.

Yeah... I laughed when, she said, "We'll start with 8 ounces and work up from there." I'm thinking, "Cripes! Eight ounces? How stupid is that?!"

Fifteen repetitions later, I'm sweating, burning and feeling sick to my stomach! It's amazing how just a few ounces affect the ability to move the rotator cuff of an injured shoulder! I was really glad I hadn't voiced my disdain over a "mere half a pound" out loud.

Cripes.

So I'm doing my home exercises three to four times a day. And hopefully I'll go up to 16 oz. on my next visit. Of course... I suppose I could live with only eight if I had too! HA!