Yeah, so I'm stupid

When I was a kid, I had problems with my left hip. Bad problems. It resulted in multiple surgeries and over 3 years of hospital time and physical therapy. And body casts.

When I started going through this at age 4 or 5, my parents were really worried that it was going to affect the way I looked at life. And my dad prayed that for whatever reason I would see it as fun. I don't know how many months later, we headed down for a game night with some families at that commune place I grew up in, and on the way down, as I was being pushed on my belly board, I looked up at my dad and said, "You didn't tell me how much FUN this was going to be!"

As I look back now, I don't remember any horrible things about those 3 years. I remember my mom making up lots of fun things for me to do. I remember having lots of kids to play with on the same ward. And I remember physical therapy. I had the best therapist EVER. She played games with me and I didn't even realize that I was learning to walk all over again. It was so fun! Chasing a slinky down the stairs. Kicking soccer balls against a wall. Wow!

So, maybe somewhere in the back of my (apparently TEENY) brain, I thought that physical therapy would sort of be like that this time.

HECK NO! There's no fun with an Army PT! When I started yelped and sort of cried (after the PT wrenched my knee in the recumbent bicycle) 5 hefty Army men wheeled around and stared at me with "She's My Cherry Pie" blaring in the background.

This is SO not what it was like 25 years ago!