Zee ol' body.

Today marks a random 46 days post-op. I know, 46 days: 6 weeks and 4 days. I couldn't wait 3 more days, and 7 weeks would be a lie.

Anyway, I'm getting brave. Tonight is my first night sleeping without my ever-so-sexy air cast! I always have these, "Oh my gosh, what if...?" senerios running in the back of my mind like, what if I really gotta pee and I jump out of bed? Or what if the phone rings and I rush to grab it?

You know me, I can, and will worry about every minute detail.

6 weeks down, 10 to go!

(I'm allowed to cycle now too)