brunobaby

This morning, I saw the specialist for the autoimmune disorder. He thinks I have the more benign form that's treatable with a medication harvested from bears. So if you see me steal a pic-a-nic basket, you'll know why.

This afternoon is my second session of physical therapy for my back. They assigned me a guy whose prior experience was in the Middle East, rehabbing people who'd had limbs blown off by suicide bombers. His main area of expertise now is treating people with chonic injuries brought on by sitting at a computer in a high-stress job, which is less stressful than having your limbs blown off by a suicide bomber, although more chronic.

Time to go hibernate.