The term "man up" applies here. Unortunately, OS wants to ride the disability gravy train.
My fellow Nebraskan is such a ****ing wimp.
On January 20, 1993, I lost my right elbow; shattered it to pieces.
January 20, 1993 was a bad day in more ways than just one.
The expectation was that the arm would be permanently "locked" into a right angle, with only a little bit of movement up and down.
I was being sent to a physical therapy place three times a week. It was clear over on the other side of town (Lincoln), it took me away from work, and all they seemed to do was massage it in warm water, which to me didn't look as if it was going to do much.
I complained to the physician; this was a nuisance, a waste of time, and worthless.
With his permission, I started carrying an empty briefcase around. And then after the pain of doing that got bearable, I put half a brick into the briefcase and carried that around. And then a full brick. And then two bricks. And then three bricks.
I didn't use pain-killers; I used pain as a guide.
By September 1993, I could bend the right arm any damned way I wanted to bend it.
My fellow Nebraskan is such a ****ing wimp.
