I walked in ready for the worst... PT!
SHE GOT FIRED! Friday at end of business, the regional manager had heard enough from the office from just that ONE day of his being there of how her parents yipped, yelped, said NO, etc., and she apparnetly mouthed off, and FIRED!
New guy is half my age (eek) but he's from back home (odds are million to one) and does tings a way that I find a lot more productive for *me* and for... gasp... FIBRO!
I told him I'd prefer he do his own assessment and not work just off the previous person's notes (that has gotten me in SO MUCH PAIN in the past)... So he was like, "OK, let's look," and he asked me my goal (as much self-managed therapy as possible) which the other person never did.
WE GOT A WIN, FIBRO FRIENDS! A force of negative in the physical therapy world has been fired! :-)
Had to share. And, yes, I'm sore, but this guy? He noticed my paraspinus was an issue. Alm ost NOBODY catches that.
Ah, to be wakened by the melodic meow-meeeeeee! of Dixie deciding she's bored.I didn't sleep till about 1 AM. NEVER read intense novels before bed. I know this. Oh well. Silly me. Brain buzz. Eek.***For our rugby fans, 2019 World Cup play starts today... if you believe Google. I usually don't pay attention till one of my in-laws bewails how her team is doing (or not doing, which is more...
Hey, all, your good wishes paid off! I got eight straight! That or I was in a coma overnight... Either way, just finally woke up and it's a lvoely morning to boot for Fibro weather (y'know, that perfect temp/humidity).Thank you:-)***Way back in 1876, Melville R. Bissell patented his carpet sweeper. And we've been having to clean carpets thrice as often ever since. Thanks, Mel. Really. (Previous...