My left foot is twitching as I write this, probably in anticipation that tomorrow morning starts my physical therapy.
Gee, it brings back a ton of memories, going to physical therapy.Yes, I was one of “those” children, that is, I put my hand through a washing machine wringer**ask your parents or older siblings what they were if you have no clue what I am talking about** among other things.I have gone through ice and heat and ultrasound and back again.Tomorrow brings no really surprise for me, in regard to what is in store for me.
It’s another chance to appreciate 30 years of health care that I worked to earn with my union, to heal this old body of mine.
Maybe the twitch will go away.
thereisnosanityclause 