I started going to physical therapy again. Which.. I don't know if that's something people do? Go to physical therapy, "graduate" (as they put it), and then end up going back again a few months later. I like to be different.
It's a really good thing I wasn't a jerk when I left, because I'm going to the same place. For.. another symptom related to the same cause. I think. My doctor didn't actually see me after the new symptom started. I just called (kind of freaking out). And he (ya right, it was a nurse) called me back (the next day) to tell me to get my butt back in physical therapy. So.. I did.
The physical therapy office was surprised to see me. I told them the joke was on them for trying to get rid of me so easily. I sort of said that. I said it nicer. Sort of.
Aaannd.. I don't know. It's alright- not as difficult as it was the first time. Some of the same exercises, some new ones. Like.. watching myself walk in a mirror to make sure I'm doing it right. And unless walking correctly is the only thing I'm thinking about (actually saying it to myself sometimes) then I just limp. It's.. weird.
Weird like, if someone told me they weren't able to to do what I'm not able to do.. I'd think they were a big. fat. liar.
And I wouldn't understand. And I'd probably say 'what's you're problem just DO it.'
Actually, I do say that. To myself.
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