If you ever meet me in person, you’ll be disappointed.
When first meeting someone, I pretend to be a grown up.
I can even be a fake professional-type person for long periods of time, if I have to.
I’m also painfully shy around people until I get to know them. (All hell breaks loose once I feel comfortable with you, though.)
A lot of people misunderstand shyness for aloofness.
The real me is right here, though. Some people discover the real me faster than others.
(Like my New PT, for instance.)
It only took him about 60 minutes to encounter the real me.
At that point, he was laughing at/with me. He seems to think I’m a bit … humorous? Or odd? Or both?
And yes, I did just call him “my” New PT.
I’m a possesive bitch, aren’t I?
Saying he is “my” New PT is my way of letting you know, I like the guy.
Heh … who knew?
Of course, he’s on probabtion for the first five years until we see how much pain he REALLY puts me in –
After all, The Torturer crashed and burned somewhere around the four year point.
The first visit with New PT went well though.
I won’t bore you by blogging every day about my pain/disability issues but …
I came away from my initial visit with this:
- New PT is a nice guy.
- New PT can probably help me.
- A.R.T. / Active Release Technique does hurt (in an intense muscle burning type of way) while it’s being done, but it’s NOTHING compared to the pain I live with day to day.
- I could move a lot better when I left his office than when I arrived.
- The “stats” for my arm and shoulder (mobility and strength) have regressed significantly since I discontinued P.T. with The Torturer.
- New PT did feel up my wires. I think he was amazed by his first bionic woman. (“Is that another wire?” he asked increduously, as he ran his hand over another of my sexy scars.)
- New PT has, surprisingly, already read 24 and knows he’s at risk of being called a Fucked Up Nerve Specialist (or something similar) at some point in the future.
- New PT appears to have a good sense of humor. (Thank God!)