That Boy Needs Therapy

It's been a while, so here is some catching up. I just finished week 2 of physical therapy, which involves a lot of stretching of the shoulder muscles, as well as exercises to strengthen and stabilize the shoulder. My therapist, Kelley, is great and has done a fantastic job. (Plus she is an Otterbein grad, bonus points, and her husband is a classic movie buff, extra bonus points!) While I still have a good amount of soreness, which will hang around for some time yet, I have picked up quite a bit of my range of motion. Last week, I was able to raise my arm in front of me to 100 degrees; this week it was 130, quite an improvement. Kelley says to expect about 12 weeks of PT and then I'll be better than bionic.
Going to therapy puts the song "Frontier Psychiatrist" by The Avalanches into my head, where they keep singing repeatedly "That boy needs therapy, b-b-boy needs therapy."
I also started back to work last week, part-time four hours a day, and tackled a mountain of email. I go back full time on September 1. Will this bring about the end of the One Armed Sabattical? Stay tuned.....