I've gotten so many emails, I feel like I need to respond publicly. I don't want any of you to worry about me, I'm fine. Before we move on to other topics (and tomorrow's post is a good one!), I just want to assure you I'm picking myself up and moving forward. Last week's drama was a surprise … a sad and heartbreaking surprise, but oh well.
It certainly isn't the first time in my life I've been disappointed or hurt by a friend.
Such is life.
I'm seeing my doc/surgeon this week. I've decided to wait and discuss my future PT with him before I make any appointments. If I were going to be working with a PT for a month or two like normal people do, it wouldn't matter much. However, I will probably need someone to work with me on an ongoing basis for … um, forever.
(Good God, it's hard to admit that.)
Personality matters, a lot, to me.
I need someone who can learn when to push me and when to hug me. I need a PT who can laugh – a lot. I do know a few PTs who have become my friends these last few years. They're people I've met through The Torturer. The thing is, I think I need a fresh start … a start that isn't associated with The Torturer at all, in any way, whatsoever.
In the meantime, my arm was really acting up over the weekend. It was cold and rainy here on Saturday and that never seems to help. I decided to pick up a few items for home use to hold me over. It might take a few weeks to get set up with a new PT (if my insurance will even cover it) and I can't afford to neglect my arm for very long.
Since my accident, I've spent a lot of time learning to do arm stretches with a big exercise ball so I bought one to help stretch my arm muscles at home.
I realized as I looked at the box, the very answer I've been looking for was right there in front of me … and he's got six-pack abs too!
What do you think?
Maybe he's available for hire?
After all, I did say personality matters, a lot, to me.
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