This is my last week of physical therapy before I return to work (as a flight attendant). I am almost sad. For the last two months these have been my friends, my support and encouragement. Rick, my therapist says that he is impressed by my will power but really it comes from the fact that he doesn’t let me give up. When I go in, if he is busy, I immediately get on the exercise bike. instead of the 5 minutes with no resistance, I like to do the 7 minute warm up. Definitely more intensive that it even sounds. I have been switching it up over the last couple of weeks so that my thighs burn so bad I can barely walk over to the table. I am determined to have legs with some muscles on them for once in my life.

As I do my routine today, I am looking around and listening to everything going on around me. I find this to be so helpful because there are often others there that are dealing with the same things that I myself have dealt with over the last few years and it’s a great reminder. You can have a great conversation with someone and learn a lot or even teach them a thing or two based off of your own experiences if you only say “Hi”.

I look at the ceiling and picture how it was made. The new building is an amazing difference over the old one. The equipment although they still complain about it, is definitely much better. Yet even with how much larger the new place is, certain times of the day, like a Monday morning, are so busy it’s often a game of musical tables to even find one. You have to spread out your things to reserve a table. I first put my coat on the table with my bag next to it and went to the bike but when I returned, I found my coat under the table. So, I went to a different table. The problem is I needed to go to the bathroom. I left my shoes purposefully spread apart ON the table and my coffee too as to say, don’t even think about it. It was all still as it was left when I came back.

I will miss meeting new people where it’s okay to talk about what’s wrong without boring them or fear of the person rendering you pitiful and useless.

I think that I will have to go back at least one day a week when I am in town. I could use the encouragement to keep on working hard at my knee’s bending potential and keep up on the news of the twins my therapist’s and his wife are waiting to deliver.

Thanks Wellington for the impression that you have made and all that you have done. The therapy after the surgery is the most important part so I’ve learned the hard way and you provided that.