So I should be happy: the x-rays show no impingement in my knees. However, down here, they only know how to treat with one thing…physical therapy.
Really? I’ll be stuck with therapists who really don’t give a rat’s ass about you, except to process your encounter sheet for payment from insurance. It is the times like this that I wish I were back in the city, where the therapists actually care about you.
I am going to call insurance tomorrow and see what lousy spot I have to go to for therapy. They never send you anyplace convenient for you. I guess if I am ever blessed to get to Medicare, then I can go see whoever I want to.
They wonder why patients get depressed. Walk a mile in my shoes, doc, and you’ll see my pain.
A native son from my hometown of Roxborough went missing on the morning of Thanksgiving.
His name was Shane Montgomery and he was a 21-year-old college student.
He had seemed to disappear into mid-air and there had been a search in the area until January 3, 2015, when they found his body in the river in the area.No foul play: the death had been ruled an accident.
I have three nephews who are now over 21 and I can not begin to fathom the pain and grief that Shane’s parents and family are going through.What is touching me even deeper is that I grew up two blocks from the mom’s family and know them from the neighborhood.When Jim and I got married and joined our parish, we became friendly with Shane’s Aunt Maryann and Uncle Fred.
They found Shane the morning after I retired.I am now 100 miles away from my hometown and was unable to get there for the viewing and funeral.I was there is spirit, though.Tonight on Facebook, there was an even to light a candle for Shane. Yes, I did participate.To honor Shane’s memory, not to light his way to heaven because I truly believe he is there, and to send the candle flame to the Montgomery and Verbrugghe families.
Your son has become my nephew, and my heart is broken, as is yours.My candle is lit and my prayers are continuing for your family.
“Good night, Sweet Prince.”
I went to my Flip fitness class tonight and it was rough.
Sure, you take an anti-inflammatory after you fall once or twice on the ice, but then going to the class tonight was almost like insult to injury.We laugh a lot in the class, and sometimes I get a little goofy to cover the fact that I am physically hurting.Tonight was no exception, especially when we did the slow stretching.It was as though all the muscles that tightened from yesterday’s falls were really letting me know they weren’t too happy.
I’ll keep plugging along, with hopes that spring being just around the corner.