I am a very bad girl.

Today at rehab the therapist, Drew, asked me when I see the doc next. I told him next week, on the second. He told me to ask him if I can start riding again.

I swear what I heard was 'start riding again'. So I went to the house, got my bike, and rode to work. The wondeful joy it is to ride. It is not uncomfortable anymore. It is good. I am whole again. Life is good.