The pug life.

I'm currently curled up in a bed that is not my own with two sleeping pugs nestled by my back. Yesterday's myriad of appointments weren't as amazing as I hoped, but could be worse.

Physical therapy: he said I probably inflamed the shoulder more by carrying mail before I was supposed to, but doesn't think it is a super major setback.

Therapy:  We discussed feelings as usual. It was one of those sessions that feels like it's bouncing all over the place, but ultimately it was a good session.

Doctor's appointment: he wants me to see a shoulder specialist. My supraspinatus tendon is way more tender than it should be at this point, and he wants me to see someone with more shoulder knowledge. I have to admit that as much as I absolutely hate seeing different doctors, I like that my doctor is not only okay with admitting when he is out of depth, but makes me go see people who know what is up. I was arguing with him yesterday just telling him to clear me and I'll deal with the pain. That idea was ultimately vetoed. (I told him at one point that he should know I was going to agree with him eventually, but that if I argue with him, he'll remember that I don't like this idea)

Easter dinner (a day late) I made ham and a modified funeral potatoes and carrots. I also made a lemon meringue pie, but to be honest, I didn't love my pie. I want to make myself some butterscotch cake soon, but will wait a few days.

I have a pug that is insisting it is time to wake up now, so I shall bid the Internet adieu.