Had half the staples removed, went really well, all my anxieties about it kinda dissipated. That is probably because I still can't feel a damned thing! But I was heartened by the gardening Michael and I did in the sunshine yesterday, bagging dead stuff, cutting back - cleaning, and a bbq for supper. Almost normal.
Find myself pushing physically, to see what is possible. How far back can that arm go? How long can I type for? Pain is a natural red light. Thank God for our bodies being wired in this way.