Nick got a really good sweat today. Not because it feels like a hair dryer outside, but because Bill kicked his butt in therapy! Push ups, bicep curls, rows, leg lifts, thigh-master squeezes. Nick is getting visibly stronger. His upper body is not back to normal yet, but he is still stronger than a lot of other men I know. His lower body is a different story though. Which is to be expected. He smashed himself up pretty good down there.
We also had another session of acupuncture this morning. I wish I could say that Nick is experiencing immediate relief, but he isn’t. I’m okay with that, because I understand that he needs a lot of work. I believe it’s still helping, even though results after only three treatments aren’t showing themselves yet. We’ll just keep going, doing everything we can.
It would be really nice to have my Mom around while I’m going through this rough time in my life. But she’s not, and that’s okay. So I was chatting with a girlfriend today about how we both can’t wait until our recent tragedies don’t feel so fresh. How we can’t wait until more time passes to ease the pain. And she mentioned that the very fact that we no longer ache over our Mothers’ passings, is their lesson to us that this recent damage will soon heal. The scars will remain, but only as reminders of a once painful wound.