As my faithful readers know, stopped PT because it wasn’t doing anything for my pelvis. At the rec of the physical therapist, went to get it checked out by a doctor again, just to make sure it was one of those “long, slow, boring recoveries” rather than a “good lord, your pelvis is still in two pieces, how did we miss that?! recoveries”. Good news: I was informed I have a very nice pelvis. That’s right: I might have diabetes, be a little crazy (am in grad school on purpose, so must be, right?), and have been run over by a LandRover, but I have a lovely pelvis. Go me. (Now if it would just stop aching when it rains or I sit too long, I’d give it a gold star).