After being backbraceless for two days in a row, I can report that I am stinking tired. Worn out. Wondering how I'm going to make it through work on Monday. Yesterday my dad and I went shopping for my party today. He said, "Well, if you're tired, why don't you wear the brace?" And I said, "No, Dad. The doctor said I didn't have to so I'm not going to goddammit." Even if it means I get to do 1/2 of the things I could do before.
Today I have a plan and the plan is this: do something for the party, rest on the couch and grade papers, repeat.
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