The bad news is that I'm particularly bad at not overusing my arm.
On Wednesday I pushed myself too hard and had to spend some time resting in bed while the ibuprofen kicked in and the pain in my arm subsided.
I have a lot more movement and can raise my arm even with my head. I got dressed without help one day this week. In other words, I'm improving, just not as quickly as I would like.
So many of the life lessons I experience are, at least in part, about patience. I hope I learn that virtue soon, the course material involved in these lessons is painful.
