I had my first physical therapy session today.
That involved being poked and prodded
and twisted in various configurations.
I didn't like my therapist, because
I could tell she didn't like me.
(Or maybe the young lady
doesn't like working on old timers,
or maybe she's just naturally stand-offish...)
Maybe she didn't know how to deal
with a fibromyalgia patient who howls in pain
while she's poking and pulling and tying her in knots.
I have a couple stretches to do twice daily
and see her again on Monday.
I feel like I've been beat up!
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