4 weeks

Yesterday was exactly 1 month post-op for me. Whoohoo! Pt exercises went well last night. Still having a lot of upper back issues that makes it hard to sleep, but I'm trying super hard to not go to the chiropractor for it. I'm also trying super hard to not kill my neighbor. He's wearing on what little patience I have. I swear that ever since we moved here I've been creeping a little closer to the brink of a nervous breakdown. I snapped on this idiot once, I feel that it's going to happen again. Between the guy upstairs who apparently tap dances at 6 am each morning while dropping bowling balls on the floor and the *&@^#$&* that runs down the stairs sounding like a herd of elephants shaking my entire living room, then jumps into his obnoxiously loud car with the huge muffler that shakes the entire building while he revs his engine...
The new nursing student, who had her mom and family here the other month moving her in. Her mom approaches my husband while he's taking Sammy out, explains that this is the first time her daughter has ever lived alone, asked if the neighborhood was safe and quiet so she can study, ect. ect. Husband, being the nice (apparently safe, non-rapist/predator/psychopath looking) guy that he is lies and tells her we like it here. Sweet little timid nursing student ain't so sweet and definitely isn't quiet. As soon as her mommy dearest hit the road, it was party time for her. Loud, screaming, Thursday night parties. I sure do hope husband runs into nursing students mommy again soon...
Then Cheech and Chong downstairs...ugh, I'm just going to stop right there because I'm just making myself even more angry. I would like to give a shout-out to the nice quiet little lady across the walkway, who is super quiet. Our relationship is based on a few smiles while passing and a possible 'hello' every now and then. Other than that, we don't bother each other. More than I can say for the rest of them.
On a lighter note, I really am enjoying this yoga ball my mom gave me for PT. And Sammy is amazed that there is a ball bigger than he is in the living room.