The day after the best day ever

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I'm still thrilled to not need both crutches. One crutch is SO much easier than two! Yesterday I went to the grocery store and took a small walk on the sole crutch. Today, I am really sore, but it's a good sore! My good hip actually hurts more than the op side. Of course, I'm still bearing more weight on the good one, and the walking motion is all new to me.

Without the crutch, I have a significant limp, but no worries, cause tomorrow is my first physical therapy appointment, which I imagine is akin to basic training. :)

I am a happy girl.

Thought I'd post the lyrics to one of my favorite songs, which has heaps of meaning for me right now.

"Let It Go"
Tim McGraw

I've been caught sideways out here on the crossroads
Trying to buy back the pieces I lost of my soul
It's hard when the devil won't get off your back
It's like carrying around the past in a hundred-pound sack

Today I'm gonna keep on walking
I'm gonna hold my head up high
I'm gonna leave it all behind

Today I'm gonna stand out in the rain
Let it wash it all away
Yeah wash it all away
I'm gonna let it go

Skeletons and ghosts are hiding in the shadows
Threatening me with all the things that they know
Choices and mistakes, they all know my name
But I'm through holding in and holding onto all that pain

I know I know I know I've been forgiven
I know I know I know I'm gonna start livin'

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