I went to work back at the clinic today for the first time since my shoulder surgery a week ago today. I caught up on my electronic medical records before clinic started, and saw full complement of patients in my morning and afternoon clinics. In between I ran over to the physical therapy office for a little more masochism.
Somewhere around 3:30, I bonked.
I got a bit of good news at the physical therapist though. My shoulder range of motion is quite good for this point postoperatively, and the massive bruise that is my bicep appears to be taking a slightly more human form. Granted, a very purple, yellow, green, red, and flabby form, sort of like one of those 1960s psychedelic album cover art pictures.
Don't look for any witty dialogue tonight, I used it all up trying to explain to my patients how it is that I can care for their ENT needs one-handed (and I did).
More energy tomorrow, I hope...