tomorrow will be a good day

Tomorrow, I have my last physical therapy appointment for my poor broken, stitched-together shoulder. Tomorrow, I go back to the doctor for an x-ray and a checkup. I hope I will then be able to lift something larger than a cup of coffee. I have weeds to pull and holes to dig, and sitting in the chair ain't gittin' 'er done. So I was discussing with G the list of things I need to ask the doctor if/when I can do. The doctor is an Asian, 35-ish Type A personality, very sharp as you would expect for a sports med kind of guy. G said to ask him when I can use the trapeze in the bedroom and see what he says to THAT.