When I checked in for therapy this afternoon, the therapist asked me if anything was sore. I said, “Yes. Everything is sore!” She looked at me and I said, “My knees and my back, my feet and my hands. My knuckles are swollen and sore. Darn arthritis.” She smiled and said, “I’ve been hearing that all day. Specifically, how’s your knee?” That’s when I grinned and said, “Oh, that’s getting better.”
When she measured the angle of my bend, she was happy with what she saw. That made me happy.
After therapy, I went straight to a local funeral home to do a wake service for a funeral that I have tomorrow morning.
No pain, no gain.
I’m hoping to sleep well tonight.