This was going to be more of a physical therapy essay – talking about how I’ve made some progress during my five visits so far, but this progress has been minor, subjective, and not immediately measurable – but I’m exhausted. My physical therapist is good. I feel like after striking out with all of the bad luck I’ve experienced over this entire period, finally, there’s someone that’s willing and able to help – even if it hurts significantly.
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