I survived my first physical therapy session! It was actually much more pleasant than I had anticipated, and not as painful as doing the exercises on my own at home. My therapist Jonathon (or Justin Bieber as I like to think of him, he looks like he's about 12) is very nice and reassuring that I'll get my arm back, but it's going to take time.
4 comments:
Yay for Bieber Fever!
lol I'll be repeating that in my head next time I see little therapist boy
glad you survived!
whatever it takes to keep knitting I say!
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