Friday kind of sucked. It was awful to be aching and deprived of sleep and love and then having to load up the twins and the crutches and the wheelchair and tote it all to physical therapy. One of the twins threw up in the truck and I wrecked one of my own knees while wrestling a wheelchair back into the truck at the end of it all. I am so toast. But I have made an important discovery. I don't need anyone. I can get warmth and comfort from the simple heating pad I bought at Walgreens for fifteen bucks. And no one inside is scared that the heating pad might leave them and no one inside is berating me for using it. I know now that I will never return to therapy. Not even when the twins recover from their surgery.