September 5, 2013
My dashing Physical
Therapist is more than a bit conventional. I finally convinced him to provide
me with “light” therapy today, which is done with a machine that applies energy
to my weakened tissues. He zapped my inner ankle for forty seconds in several
areas then smirked loudly, humoring me, I’m sure. Let him know that I know, the
more confident I am about its healing properties, the better chance the therapy
will help. He wholeheartedly agreed yet I could tell, is convinced it is a exasperating
“Woo Woo” method. Of course, I got my way, at least for the last three sessions
out of twelve. My PT also assured me that my ankle is in great shape, much
better than some recent patients, who have come back after a year from surgery,
with complications. It has been three and a half months since my last surgery
and I reluctantly admit the progress is enormous.
Spent the rest of the day
with eleven German Shorthaired Pointers or various versions of the breed.
Skeeter, Wally, Baxter, Heidi, DeeDee, Peter, Bella, and the like are very
rambunctious (save the two elders in the bunch) who kept me on my toes. They
ran like the Dickens around, behind, ahead and out of sight of the golf cart,
through the fields surrounding the house and brought me such joy to watch them
canter. Initially, they were naughty school boys and sassy girls, jumping and
scratching my legs while I shouted “Down” when I should have said “Off,” and
mean it when I suggested they should “Kennel Up,” though they simpered, and teased
by ignoring me. I will get things under control, sooner than later, you’ll see.
Hosed and picked clean the dusty gravel, sprayed cement runs, concrete floors
and smooth stainless crates, sanitized cages, scooped a variety of dry food,
scoured slobbery meal dishes and slimy water jugs, vacuumed a small dog’s worth
of hair, petted, rough-housed, and scolded all of them, while they whined
incessantly in their cages. They are all energetic and stole my heart. I’ll be
back again to please them, soon enough.
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