Oak, you'll be surprised to hear, then, that I wouldve gone home five days earlier with almost NO therapy if I didn't live alone. It took a whole day of the hospital nagging my insurance before they approved me to stay for rehab. At that point, I couldn't put the brace on without help and was still puking every time I stood up.

I'm obeying my therapists, promise! But they directly contradicted a lot of what my surgeon told me in the recovery room (aggravating). He doesn't work at the hospital, though, so he never got to re-approve me for things like showering with no brace.

And in most recent news, my mom (who was coming in a month to help with some housework) just fell and broke her elbow. Be careful out there!

(and now back to Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows...)