Well, woke up this morning huffing and puffing at every move, fed up with not being able to do more, sleep more and it's only 3 weeks tomorrow. Why is it that when you know it's going to be a long, slow haul, your mind decides to rebel? I'm aware I sound very whiny and whinge this morning, think I need a change of scenery. I'm actually looking forward to the trip to PT on Tuesday. The weather doesn't help, grey, wet and windy, looks like I feel! I know I've had a fairly easy time so far, shouldn't have anything to grumble about, need to get a grip. Took the dressing off this morning, scar looking good, but on the lumpy side. Sorry about the whining, just needed to get it out.