I’m back in physical therapy (P/T) giving it a 110% chance to avoid more invasive treatments. Of course my MSU = making stuff up is sure it’s cancer. Deep in my bones cancer is where my crazy mind goes.
To be fair, I hurt almost constantly. I get relief when I sleep and for a while in the mornings. Sitting is worse than standing. And today I’m beyond sore because I got an adjustment yesterday after P/T. Felt good while the angel who is Christine was working her magic and the ice afterwards was as fan-freaking-tastic as I remember. But right now it’s ouch 😣. She warned me I’d feel it today but also if I stick with her, I’ll improve. No skipping for me. Gentle yoga type exercises and at-home P/T stretches at night, for life.
I go back to my PCP for reassess once I run through these P/T sessions. There’s a plan B if I don’t improve. You’ll be the first to hear about it here.
Oh and on a positive note, a friend who I went to elementary school with works there. Last time I saw her was 1977! She told her coworkers about a party I had at my house. She remembered some sort of game we played where we followed strings. Kind of like Twister with thread. She had no idea 🤷♀️ why she’d keep that memory. She said probably because it was fun 🤩.
I’ve no memory of any parties but knew that had to be my mom. She was a planner & I’m pretty sure the party game was all her idea. My relationship with her was complicated for reasons I’m just now coming to terms with but this made me smile. Cheers to more pleasant memories of the woman who loved me when no one else would.
Okay, time to get to work. Boo! I’d rather stroll down memory lane a bit longer. Oh well! Until next time.
As always more to come.
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