5 mo. PO and I just Barcalounged my way through 2 hrs & 10 min of previews & A Wrinkle in Time. Theatres with recliners = Hamster gift. (Wishing Christie Perez Johnson had the same seat in her car this weekend!) Attachment area was tight afterwards, but my Tiger Tail took care of it (and the crick in my neck from such terrible seat location.)
Den of Positivity, 5 mo. PO:
Back in the game after Backpack Stumble 2018. At my PT’s suggestion I self-massaged the hammies with a rolling pin between each lap, and it loosened up my tendons & reduced the pain in a miraculous way. No idea why I didn’t try that sooner, since I use a roller on my quads all the time. Maybe just afraid to go too hard on Hammy LaRue. Or just part of being the smartest idiot I know. 
Onward.
Thank you, Great Ones.
Den of Positivity, 5 months PO:
I tripped over my son’s backpack in the hallway back on April 14th, and it set my recovery back by about a month. Back to pain, back to tight tendons, back to less elasticity & range of motion. I have Hamster-howled my anger & grief to the skies, cleared the hallway hooks of extra coats to make room for bags, rested, iced, written, connected, and gone back to the high school track to restart on stamina. There is only one way forward: Yes.
Yes, I am one who stumbles.
Yes, I move too fast.
Yes, shit happens.
Yes, I am learning.
Yes, it hurts.
Yes, it’s hard to gain weight when you teach other women how to take it off.
Yes, opportunities to learn & share new knowledge abound.
Yes, I am hopelessly in love with all my caregivers.
Yes, I will likely be fully healed in less than a year and need only be patient.
Yes, dammit. Yes.
Yes helps. What we resist persists. Allow. Kicking & screaming if I must. Okay, not kicking, Melissa DelRossi. 
And P.S… Yes to love.
Den of Positivity 