Scar tissue

I haven't blogged about my robot arm for a long time but I have been thinking about it. My elbow has been healing nicely and I have almost my full Range of motion back!! woot woot... the only way anyone can tell that I have been in an accident is the semi-doozie of a scar on my left elbow.

Before I got to this point in the healing process I would have freaked out if you told me I would have had a scar (a tad bit vain... in a healthy way I suppose), but now I am Glad the scar is there, it reminds me of that faithful Halloween afternoon that began the chain of events that changed my perspective about many things in my life.

My perfectly pink scar reminds that when ever I think I just simply cannot do something (like touch my face or flex my bicep or move my arm at all) that if I keep trying and push myself I can.
It reminds that I have a great guy who is willing to take care of me when I cannot take care of myself (even when I am a complete asshole).
It reminds me that my parents aren't allll bad.
It reminds me not to sweat the petty things and life and think about what really matters.

So when I look at my scar I don't feel bad about it at all I see a reminder and a lesson learned.

lets get physical! (therapy)

Today was my first day of physical therapy.. ooooh the excitement. It actually was pretty cool. I progressed a lot in the first session and my therapist was impressed.... ( what can I say :) ) I also see that I have A lot of work to do on my own.. and I am not all that excited for stretching the crap out of my arm everyday 2x a day... But I am excited about being able to touch my hair and put eyeliner on and flex my arm all the way, so I'll do what I must. wish me luck world..!
On another note... Surgery is expensive my new metal plate would have cost upwards of $25K without insurance... Hurry up Lawmakers get your act together.. not everyone is as lucky as me....