The brace comes off today, the brace comes off today, heigh-ho the derry-o, the brace comes off today. (Sung to the tune of "The Farmer in the Dell").
If all goes according to plan I lose the 10 pound black monstrosity that encapsulates my leg this afternoon. I'm SO ready to begin physical therapy! I'm sure Denny is more than ready to give up the cooking and cleaning, too. Of course, that means he's free to start washing down and then painting the walls here so he might prefer the other chores. Poor guy-out of the frying pan into the fire.
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