The first six days of my ten days on the injured list suck. At the start of day seven, I begin to worry that I’ll be on the injured list for another ten. I’m still a little dizzy and struggle to focus. Slater’s allowing me to add a leg workout to my arm bands today. Of course, he watches me like a hawk, ready to swoop in and end the workout if I appear to be having any trouble. I’m ready for my independence back; I want to work out by myself and be cleared to drive. I’m ready to get back in the rotation. Plus, I need to get out of the house before Madison throws me out.
Her shut office door signals she’s not to be interrupted. She sent Cameron home yesterday, stating I’ve improved enough. She complains she’s had writer’s block for several days, so I hope the closed door signifies words are flowing for her once again.