Early last week, I was telling folks that I was emotionally drained and that I didn't have the energy to cry anymore [from my shoulder]. But I spoke too soon because last Friday was an awful day. [Thank goodness my parents came this weekend... they're the best people in the world.]

I'm tired of the burning sensations and the headaches....and I'm tired of being cold because my shoulder can't take any warmth or heat without flaring up. I'm tired.

And my last physical therapy session is this Thursday. And I'm scared because I don't know what I'm going to do if I'm not better and I don't have someone to guide me through this pain and give me tips about how to be more comfortable throughout the day. Everytime I think about this Thursday being the last day, tears start to well up in my eyes and I inevitably find my cheeks wet.

I did my shoulder exercises a few minutes ago and my fingers still tingle. I wish I could push Thursday off for a few more months.. I'm not ready for my last session.