Up to the Cartridge World at the crack of 10:00. Swapped out the bad Tri-Color inkjet for a new one. Stopped at the print shop to drop off pedigrees for them to copy onto nice long paper.
Put the new inkjet in and printed out the photos on scrap paper and the Navy blue clothes were indeed, Navy blue. Loaded in the expensive, special paper and..............success. The last page done. The book completed. Now to get the pedigrees back from the print shop and inserted in the book, back to the print shop to get the book bound and off into the mail.
It was around 1:00 when I happened to look at my calendar and noticed I had an appointment at the physical therapy place at 4:00--in Brighton. ARGGH!!! If I had only remembered, I could have made a trip to the Cartridge World AND PT at the same time. One trip.
My visit to the Physical Therapy place was just for an evaluation. I turned in all the paper work you have to do for those places and then a therapist came and got me and we walked back to a little room. She just wanted to look at me--how I stand and sit and walk. No big deal.
Ah Hah! An hour later, after she had pressed and pulled and maneuvered every sore spot on my upper body and created more sore areas, I finally called "Uncle" and she stopped. Good Grief!
The sorest spot--the muscle under my scapula (wing bone), which hadn't been really sore in weeks, was now inflammed and marching to a pain that came with every pulse beat.
"You're a mess!" she proclaimed. "Why have you waited so long?"
When I could once again breathe, I said, "I have been intending to get physical therapy for the last two years, but..........................."
"Well--you have waited so long it's going to take longer to get you back into shape!"
I haven't been scolded like that since I was twelve.
"Your shoulder is practically frozen. Your C2 and C3 are practically welded together. That's the reason you can't turn your head and the reason for the numbness in your left arm and hand. Your shoulders are sitting up by your ears. Your left shoulder is higher than your right shoulder and becoming humped. When you walk, you walk with your head jutted forward."
Now, this young thing is small. Thin as a rail and delicate looking.
She had hands with the strength of Brunhilde! When she put her thumbs into that muscle in my back, I expected it to come out through my chest.
"You need to start exercising. I'd like to see you start swimming."
"I don't know how."
"Water aerobics then."
"I don't have a swim suit."
"You can buy one for twenty dollars at Meijers."
"Not one that will hold up these ta-tas. The last one I bought was a hundred and twenty."
"Join a gym and lift weights and exercise your upper body."
"I can't afford that."
As she ushered me to the door she added, "Oh, since you are on a blood thinner....you may have bruising on your back. Don't worry about it. See you on Wednesday."
I have had physical therapy and chiropractic therapy on my upper and lower back several times in the last twenty years. I had PT before and after both of my hip surgeries. I have never hurt as much as I did when I stumbled out of there yesterday.
To tell you the truth, I don't remember what I ate for supper or what I watched on TV last night, but I do remember looking at the clock when I fell into bed at 9:00 last night! 9:00?
See ya on Wednesday.