It's getting a bit old, the doubt. It's scary what causes it.
It's not like everything in the world is exactly cheery. The news, the plague, the politics, the tyranny... it's depressing.
Once again I've had two or three days where I felt things were turning around. Then late yesterday and all day today, the pain nagged me. The free-walking was not so nice. My language grew worse.
Tomorrow is PT. I am a believer that it will help. But I am also prepared to bring out the big pain pills if things don't turn around. Time will tell what the hell I can do next.
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