Here I am, 4 weeks later. I have no idea if this is what I’m supposed to be doing with my brace and my therapy. I can walk short distances with one crutch, but it still hurts. All day. I can bend it to about 90 degrees, and that hurts. A lot. I’m working full time doing telehealth, which I’ve said before sucks. I have two high functioning ASD kids, trying to do hybrid school during a pandemic. I have a husband who refuses to accept that their behaviors are due to autism, and is insistent that they are purposefully and willfully misbehaving. On top of this, said husband went back to work teaching this week. He’s extremely stressed about taking care of everything and everyone and working. And this makes him grumpy. Which makes me feel bad as I am a significant cause of stress. I can’t do anything, and anything I do isn’t right. All I want to do is cry, but is that productive? No. Nothing to look forward to, no end in sight. Pandemic is worse than ever. I’m exhausted all the time. Tomorrow is another day… I’m not sure I can do it.