Physiotherapy is a real pain, both figuratively and literally, but I'm not the kind of person to just give in because something is difficult. After 2 weeks of very little improvement, I felt like I made real progress today.
Not today but yesterday... When I was sitting in the tram to go back home, there was this precious little boy sitting the stroller and being in the tram with his mom. He was so cute, I couldn't stop smiling. Also he always smiled back to people when they were smiling to him. Baby fever maybe?