Update...sort of

my arms not doing much better. Turns out I have scar tissue in there and its super tight. An appointment mix up happened and they're threatening to send me back to full duty on the floor. How the hell am I supposed to pick people up when I cant pick up a half gallon of milk? How am I supposed to pick up people with dizzy spells and vision blurs? Im just....I dont think Ive felt this out of sorts since I lived with my awful parents.

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