spin your partner, do si do, round again and don't be slow

I've accomplished two diametrically opposite things this month. Seventeen months into this particular flare, I finally hit the point where I can start physical therapy, and I did. I also finally caved to reality and picked up a wheelchair. It's not as depressing as I thought it would be. I'm excited to be able to go on day trips with the spouse and kiddos again. My choices have been: A) Spend six hours hobbling around on canes and spend the next few weeks pretty much in bed or B) Stay home. Now I have choice C: Sit my ass down and go for a ride, see the sights with the small fry, and still be functional (ha ha) the next day. Life is good.