Saw the food doc back
on Tuesday morning. As you can see, I have graduated to the wrap thingy. I see
him in a month to assess how things are then.
In the meantime, I
have to do physical therapy. I hate the idea as, with me, every time I have
done it for one thing or the other, it has always made things worse. But, I am
told, firmly, that I have to do it. Waiting on insurance to approve this deal.
At least, for now,
surgery is off the table and things are a little better than they were when
this deal started.
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