Georgie's going to The White Coats for suture removal late this morning, but physical therapy has been the pits. I've been laid out with possibly the flu (that's how it feels anyway) so haven't managed to crawl out of bed for very long, and fighting with Georgie is the last thing I feel like doing. I flex his legs in any direction and he shrieks! And bites. So about all the PT he's getting is gentle calisthenics. Better than nothing I guess. *sigh*