Monday, July 10, 2006
There is a lot going on "back channel" in my life that isn't landing here on Ain't Chicken. I'll talk about some of it as some point, I'm sure, but not until I feel like I'm standing on more solid ground.
I do want to record that today was the first day of what might possibly be my last round of physical therapy to address my orthopedic odyssey. That in itself is special, but today was AQUATHERAPY!!!!
I swear, if you don't have an actual open wound I think by law that all physical therapy should happen at least four feet deep in a 91 degree pool inside a nice air conditioned building. I Am Loving This.
At one point today, when I was going from walking sideways to doing calf stretches my new therapist stood on the side of the pool, put her hands on her hips and looked sternly down at me. "Quit floating and playing. This is work." But she couldn't keep a straight face because I was SO FREAKING HAPPY IN THAT POOL.
On another note, I hugged an attorney today. In public. And I'm not afraid to admit it. I told him as I cried in his office, thanking him for his honorable work: Having him and his staff at my back through the past two years has made a huge difference in the whole process. I've been able to focus on getting my body back into working order (walking is a LOT MORE COMPLICATED than we think it is and FORGET changing a tampon if you can't bend your wrist) while not having worries about insurance companies or medical bills or any other nasty legal stuff. Incredible that there truly are attorneys out there who use their power for good. Fighting the good fight from the heart of Houston's Historic Heights. You go, Rex.
I do want to record that today was the first day of what might possibly be my last round of physical therapy to address my orthopedic odyssey. That in itself is special, but today was AQUATHERAPY!!!!
I swear, if you don't have an actual open wound I think by law that all physical therapy should happen at least four feet deep in a 91 degree pool inside a nice air conditioned building. I Am Loving This.
At one point today, when I was going from walking sideways to doing calf stretches my new therapist stood on the side of the pool, put her hands on her hips and looked sternly down at me. "Quit floating and playing. This is work." But she couldn't keep a straight face because I was SO FREAKING HAPPY IN THAT POOL.
On another note, I hugged an attorney today. In public. And I'm not afraid to admit it. I told him as I cried in his office, thanking him for his honorable work: Having him and his staff at my back through the past two years has made a huge difference in the whole process. I've been able to focus on getting my body back into working order (walking is a LOT MORE COMPLICATED than we think it is and FORGET changing a tampon if you can't bend your wrist) while not having worries about insurance companies or medical bills or any other nasty legal stuff. Incredible that there truly are attorneys out there who use their power for good. Fighting the good fight from the heart of Houston's Historic Heights. You go, Rex.
Labels: accident, medicine, personal urban drama
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