The news from yesterday's doctor visit to recheck my shoulder was as good as can be expected under the circumstances. X-rays showed new bone growth, and it's settled: no surgery. The doctor prescribed physical therapy and a return visit in six months. Now I'm set up for the first PT appointment next Monday. I really hate PT for so many reasons, but it's probably the best chance I have of regaining strength and full range of motion. So, I'll set my jaw, gird up my loins and go...but I won't be happy about it. In fact, nothing about having a broken shoulder has made me happy...except a good excuse to take a months-long vacation from housework. So there's that.
Taking off so early (like 8:45...which is early to be out of my pajamas), there was no time for slow stitching. I indulged my addiction when I returned home. This was my view during my stitching session.