warily optimistic

Today was my first day of therapy at the Kennedy Krieger Institute. I was only slightly anxious before going into the gym -- it's been quite a long time since I've been in one, and I had no idea what to expect -- but I know it would've felt a lot worse if Rich hadn't been there. I was so glad he went -- all the trepidation and uncertainty had vanished, and I knew I was safe because he was there.

My new PT, Cara, is but a wisp of a woman -- a mere 5' tall -- and I immediately wondered how she would handle moving me, but she did very well.