Day 8: Easter Monday and one week down

One week down. Another 5 in a sling to go. 

Today I woke up in pain, as always.  But at least now I expect it and am learning to live with it as part of this whole process.

Since I've gotten clearance to shower and change myself, I have been doing so daily with a renewed sense of accomplishment and vigor.  This last shower session I took, I was able to shave both my armpits, put on deodorant in both arms and a sports bra, tank top and t-shirt.  It was amazing.  I don't think I've been this excited about dressing myself since I was in kindergarten and I could pick out my own mismatched outfits to attend Mrs. Lovett's class....

I walked out to my sister in the living room with my right arm raised in victory (because my left arm is basically stapled to me for another 5 weeks).  She gets it.  In 2009, she had her labrum repaired after she graduated from college.  She's been awesome in helping out after my mom went back to Seattle.

Last evening I went to Easter Mass at my home parish.  My preparation pretty much consisted of putting on a dress and strapping on my sling over it.  I really could have done more in terms of saving my energy and praying through the Triduum and scriptures. But, I took the easy way out.

The liturgy took the easy way out on me as well.  The normal music ministry was non-existent,  A lector read the psalm instead of a cantor singing it.  Nobody sang.  It was even more depressing than the usual liturgy.  I was kind of sad that it was so... lame.  It seemed like with it being the final liturgy of the day, that everyone just kind of gave up.

Oh well.  Just because I didn't get the "feels" doesn't mean that the Easter season is any less real.  In fact, Christ in His resurrection defeated sin and death.  He gives us hope in healing in our sickness and infirmities.

Here's to small victories.  Like this.

About 10 degrees of external rotation. I'll take it :)