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PT yesterday didn't just stand for Physical Therapy. It was also Positively Terrible, Perfectly Terrifying, Pretty Tough, and Pure Torture. I knew it would be hard, but I really need to be able to use my arm for normal activities soon. (See one of my posts about surgery - the day of, the day after, days after.) I'm also still fighting some depression.
There has been so much negativity on Facebook lately, and even though I don't look at it constantly, I decided to "unlike" pages that post those misleading headlines or the ones that breed animosity. Although I believe is the tenets of certain political pages or personalities, I just can't read the sensationalism anymore. I did the same thing on Twitter. I've already got enough unhappiness with which to contend.