Ouch.

Ouch.

I DON'T MEAN TO YELL, BUT CAPS IS EASIER AT THE MOMENT. TODAY WAS MY FIRST DAY OF THERAPY...THINGS WENT AS WELL AS TO BE EXPECTED SINCE THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I HAVE MOVED MY FINGERS SINCE THE SURGERY. THAT IS UNTIL MY BEAUTIFUL DOCTOR CAME IN...I DON'T USE THE WORD, "BEAUTIFUL" LOOSELY. HE IS GLORIOUS. BUT I CAN NEVER REALLY ENJOY HIS BEAUTY BECAUSE EVERY TIME I SEE HIM HE CAUSES ME PAIN. I SAY "OW,' BUT TO NO AVAIL. HE ASKS IF I AM STILL CONSCIOUS...I MURMUR YES. THEN HE PATS ME ON THE BACK, WHICH IS MY FAVORITE PART. AN HOUR AND ONE VICODIN LATER I AM FEELING A BIT BETTER AND GETTING READY TO DO MORE EXERCISES. I AM TRYING TO FIND WAYS TO MAKE THE MOST OF MY NEW "DOWN TIME." GOING FROM REALLY REALLY BUSY...TO, WELL, NOT BUSY AT'TALL...IS WELL, WEIRD.

I SAW THE COLOR PURPLE LAST NIGHT. (THE PERFORMANCE WAS A BENEFIT FOR THE ACTORS FUND). GUUURL. THAT SINGING COMES FROM THE GUT. THE SHOW COMES IN JUST UNDER 3 HOURS, BUT THE SINGING IS SO KICKASS IT DOESN'T MATTER. I BELIEVE THE CRITICS LABELED IT, "SPRAWLING." IT COULD OF BEEN MUCH WORSE...THEY HANDLED THE MATERIAL NICELY I THOUGHT. ITS JUST A SHAME THAT THEY CAN'T SPEND MORE TIME ON THE REALLY IMPORTANT MOMENTS, BUT THEY HAVE WAY TOO MUCH GROUND TO COVER.

THANKS TO ALL OF YOU FOR YOUR KIND WORDS. AND SPECIAL LOVE TO MY BEST PAL, JULZ, WHO BROUGHT ME MONKEY SOCKS AND, AS ALWAYS, A TREMENDOUS SUPPORT TO ME.