I've been driving the car for a couple of days. Nothing big, taking Kylie to school, going to therapy, that's about it. They don't mind me driving, walking around and all that stuff, but I've been told to lift nothing heavier than "a gallon of milk". So much for me emptying the groceries. Therapy lasts another month or so and then I have to get re-evaluated to see if we can get workers comp to pay for more. Not holding my breath there...
Still trying to figure out if I'll ever get 100% of my range of motion back, strength...back. I can't imagine I won't have some lifelong lingering effects (even if it is only my huge biceps).
My "workouts" have left me a little sore, but no worse for the wear.
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You mean "24 inch pythons" don't you?
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