Waiting for my physical therapist

In a half hour or so my physical therapist will be here.  Highlight of my day.  She's going to give me the first of my exercises.  This week is movement from the 'don't do anything, let it just heal' phase to the 'start building up the joint' phase.  I'm ready.  I've nearly stopped taking pain meds which really amazes me.  With long practice I did take some this morning in prep for PT but did not take anything last night and didn't need it.  

I less and less use the sling.  I'm very careful not to do much with my arm.  The doc said nothing heavier than a coffee cup so I'm mindful.  And the one thing that I absolutely, positively can not do is any motion that resembles reaching back and tucking in my shirt.  That angle will just pop out the joint (or something like that I'm not even thinking about in my worst nightmares).  So I'm careful but am currently typing with both hands and although it aches a bit with my left hand it is not really bad.  

This will be the impatient phase of healing.  But I'm OK with it.  I'm so fortunate to be in a position to be able to baby myself all I need and have time to do exercises that I need to do.  But I'm going to want to be further.  It will be a happy day when I can ride my bike.  Long ways off but it will get here.

Other than that, I think today is shopping day.  We need lots of stuff.  Not sure who will go but I suspect Dana will be doing it.