Hello, from Hell...
Therapy is progressing. I walked with a walker around my isolation room twice, but at the last minute my bad left leg went out on me. I managed to hold myself up and get to my bed.
The my other therapist had me brush my teeth, comb my hair, and shave. The shaving didn't go as well as I would like it but it feels a bit better.
Progress is slow but I'm making progress, which is all I can ask for...