I’ve now been discharged by the physiotherapist. It seems my
shoulder is sufficiently improved and no longer requires his attention. That’s
good; what I’m miffed about is that I didn’t make it to Black Latex Band grade.
I mentioned it, but my implicit entreaties fell on deaf ears. I got a smirk,
but I think it was false. I have to carry on using the red one for a few weeks
to continue the improvement. That’s about the story of my life: half way up the
ladder and I'm done.
And my washing got rained on while I was out.
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