January 8

I've been dealing with frozen shoulder since June of last year, but I didn't have my first physical therapy appointment until today. (I guess it sounds kind of silly that it took me more than six months to get help, but initially I thought it would get better on its own. It did not, so I limited movement of my left arm to "help." It did not help, and my range of motion got progressively worse over time. I finally went to an orthopedist a few months ago, and he diagnosed me with frozen shoulder. And this was the soonest available PT appointment. Now you're up to speed.)

Anyhow, after dinner this evening, while we were all still sitting around the kitchen table, Adam asked me what exercises I'm supposed to do. Brady, who'd seen me performing one of said-maneuvers earlier, demonstrated, which prompted Isaac and Abby to follow suit. And then I joined in. (For the record, this is quite painful.)

It was almost like a weird bonding moment with all of them. They entered into my experience with me and even though it was quite silly, it was also quite sweet. So tonight I'm grateful that we can help carry one another's burdens.