I'm writing this through a bit of a blur.
I overdid it with my swimming over the weekend so now I'm under the influence of pain meds.
It was SO worth it though. I love being in the pool. I got a little too enthused, I suppose, and tried to increase the use of my arm faster than I should have. I'll feel better in a few days. I'll take it easy until then, but I'm sure I'll be back in the pool every day regardless.
(If nothing else, I'll be seeing the pain management doc this afternoon and I'm sure he'll be interested in checking me out.)
Um, I didn't mean he will be checking ME out, I meant he will be checking my ARM out.
Although, I don't know – maybe he will be checking me out?
I'll let you know either way.
So, let me give you a quick recap of the last few days …
I'm firing the new PT.
Yes, I am.
I gave her three tries and we are not a good match.
First of all, she has not yet touched me – at all. Each visit, she hands me a piece of paper showing me things to do when I get home and that's my pt session. After she hands me a paper, she explains the paper to me for a good thirty minutes. Not one paper has shown me anything I haven't already been doing for nearly four years. Also, every exercise she's handed me a paper on is an activity I moved past long ago … the activities are way too easy (immediate post-surgery type of activities).
Aren't physical therapists supposed to be hands on?
And yes, I've tried communicating my thoughts/needs/frustrations to her but she doesn't seem to hear me.
Second, she talks to me as if I'm three. I.Can't.Handle.It!
Third, she informed me I'm an "overachiever" and told me I'm expecting way too much out of myself.
(The Torturer just spewed coffee all over himself reading that!)
I may be an overachiever in some areas of my life. My pain levels, however, keep my overachieving in check regarding my arm. She, however, expects nothing from me and seems to think I should also expect nothing from myself.
You know me better than that, don't you?
If I don't think I'm ever going to make improvements – who the hell will?
Anyway – enough said …
I need a new PT.
And no, I don't yet know who it will be or where I will find him/her.
I think I need a him though. I like men.
Moving on –
It was hot here this weekend. I managed to get a lot of things done this weekend (being the overachiever that I am), but when I wasn't busy overachieving this pretty much sums up my weekend:
I bought two $19 rafts at Costco. They're so comfortable and they even have a place to hold my lemonade and vodka ice water. It's very relaxing after I'm tuckered out from swimming.
Have I mentioned we have the happiest Golden Retriever in the world?
I think we do.
I must have thrown his football for him a few hundred times this weekend.
The weekend ended on a nice note. We had a couple gift cards to Fleming's Steakhouse in Newport Beach so Briefcase, the two boys, and I enjoyed a great dinner there on Sunday night. I ordered king crab legs (no butter – just lemon juice) and grilled asparagus. It was low carb, low fat, healthy and delicious. I really felt like enjoying a glass of wine with dinner, but I couldn't mix alcohol with the pain meds I needed on Sunday. Oh well!
(As an aside, Fleming's has a Bikinitini on their menu – it's a martini with only 99 calories. I love the name they chose!)
What should I do to celebrate when I hit the twenty pound weight loss mark? I'm not there yet, but hopefully I will be soon. I'm all about rewarding myself – it keeps me motivated.
I need ideas/suggestions though.
What do you think?
What would you consider a good (not too expensive) reward?
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